[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h2][color=598527][i][b]Kathryn Pyke[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=598527]Human, Fighter (Rune Knight), Level 05[/color][/b][/i] [color=598527][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 49 / 49 [color=598527][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 21 [color=598527][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=598527][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] The isolated Storage --. Crop Break woods --> Tall tower thingy [color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Investigation via evil dice box [color=598527][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=598527][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://img.roleplayerguild.com/prod/users/7884b36a-e3f0-48fb-9689-1a8fd4af7f5a.png[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] The searching of the lower field could have gone better. Kathryn hoped the others were having better luck on their adventures, but since they were likely still on the road she had her doubts. "[color=598527]I suppose we could look for quarries, or maybe the door could have been made on sight by digging into the bedrock or into a nearby boulder? Let us see if we can find anything hidden within the trees, and make our way to the top of the tower and see what there is to see yeah?[/color]" Kathryn offered up optimistically. Doing her best to seal the doorway behind her, she decided she would come back and look later. Maybe when the gods were more in her favor? Maybe when she could muster up her own will and ability to work in her favor. The walk through the woods was a bit fun at least. "[color=598527]You know, while growing up my siblings and I had our own teacher to teach us things. How to make words sound pretty, how to solve problems, how to talk to people above and below our station in respectable manners, or to demand dignity and respect. Either talking upwards or downwards. I never really liked the idea of talking down to people, even in respectable fashions. At least by titles alone. A few years younger than you I may have been called something of a brat. I'd push around the smaller kids and demand respect through force. Much, to my uncles encouragement. Though a gentleman as big as him? He could bully just about anyone into submission. I'd look like a small child even now standing next to him.[/color]" Kathryn joked with Lizbeth. "[color=598527]Point being, I was trained in a lot of skills that on paper could be rather useful for situations like this. However, the ability to solve problems, and the ability to find the question, and to literally find the answers, I have in recent years tragically learned are not the same skill set. Land dispute? Got an education for that. Tax exceptions? An education for that! How to use a small child at the age of 8 as a weapon against another small child? Surprisingly, there is education for that.[/color]" Kathryn said in jest to brighten the mood a bit. It also helped pass the time as they went through the trees, and found absolutely, fucking, nothing. She wasn't going to lie, she was a little disappointed in herself. Maybe she could have become a Cleric like her sister? Or an Ambassador like her other sister. But no, she wanted to stab bad people really, really good. Sure, it came in handy when spooky undead things crawled out of basements. However, that didn't happen too often. SO far at least. As they trudged along, Kathryn spoke up, noticing the build up of snow while they were off the beaten pass. She took a look over to Lizbeth and though she seemed to be doing okay in the snow, Kathryn still offered up some help. "[color=598527]If ya want, you can ride on my shoulders? Pretty sure my pack weighs more than you so it wouldn't be an inconvenience?[/color]" Kathryn offered up the heiress. Though she did decline, this was another step that Kathryn wanted to take to help Lizbeth get at least some feelings to a normal childhood. There wasn't much in the tower either. At the top, the view was still spectacular. She wondered how it would be once everything thawed. Though she was deep down infuriated. A part of her felt like she should be aggressively biting on some sort of eldritch being for her misfortunes. But the logic did not make sense to her. So she brushed it off. "[color=598527]Hey, so it seems we aren't figuring out as much as we would have hoped too. I am not saying we give up today, but maybe with the place cleared out we can relax some with a bit less chaos ya know? Some fun girl chats. You mentioned a tinker boy in town?[/color]" Kathryn had asked with some intrigue. "[color=598527]Well, maybe I shouldn't be the only one spilling beans.[/color]" Kathryn joked taking int he view. "[color=598527]When I was a wee lass, maybe half your age, before I even understood what a crush even was really, I had the wildest fascination with the baker my parents hired. I don't remember her face now... she left some years later but I can't remember why... The point being, I likely saw a woman who I could get extra treats out of without needing to ask my parents approval, and being the small brat I was at the time, I tried to make my parents marry her to me. I remember specifically my father letting out the most disappointing sigh of his life. My mother burst out laughing so loud that our Steward rushed into the room thinking she was choking. Then I met the boy who I was supposed to marry. Despite being two years older than me, I was still nearly a head taller than him. The poor lad tried to assert dominance in the relationship. As my uncle put it, he hadn't seen a lad so scared of death since the frontier wars. But he was kind, offered me chocolates, and helped show me how to use a blade as something more than just a sharp club. A really sweet boy. I am still a bit saddened it didn't work out.[/color]" She spoke with a smile, though that one did hurt a bit. She was struggling to remember his face too now... "[color=598527]There was this one guy too, out in this vassal state some leagues from here. The third son of the estate had been looking for a wife for sometime. And me finally out of my bullying those weaker than me to get what I want phase, Ser Lucas, my instructor, had arranged a meeting in the slim chance that he'd take me for a wife. I even got help from one of his...[/color]" She paused, looking at Lizbeth. And debated how much to sugarcoat this story. "[color=8dc73f]...friends... to uh... help pretty me up. She called me a bit of a brute, but she said I had the real potential to be a rather pretty lass. When I finally got to meet him on the steps outside of his home I got so excited! I imagined our lovely wedding, I imagined the parties, the balls, building our home together, having near a dozen kids with him, and in that moment I got so excited I blurted out the last thought that went through my mind.[/color]" She said with giggled restraint. "[color=598527]I said, out loud, infront of him, Ser Lucas, his brothers, his parents, his staff, and a large potion of the influential people in town... "[i]I am going to have ALL of your babies[/i]". I said it in probably the highest pitch voice I could muster too to add insult to injury. Needless to say, I fled town so red I could be mistaken for a hobgoblin.[/color]" Kathryn said with cheer in her town, trying to give Lizbeth something different to think about rather than the unfortunate situation she was in. "[color=598527]So, now that I have shared a couple of my embarrassing stories, tell me about this tinker boy yeah?[/color]" Kathryn said, relaxing on the edge of the tower. Also stalling time to decide their next move.