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[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] Road to Southmoore
[color=598527][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Getting info from the grieving. 
[color=598527][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=598527][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	"[color=598527]I think it may be helpful to talk to them. To not only offer condolences, but to see if anyone in the household had noticed anything the night of the attack.[/color]" Kathryn said mournfully. She hated the idea of bugging a grieving family, but she wanted to prevent even more from finding themselves in the same shoes. There was also the possibility of stumbling upon the attacker on the return trip. Look for spots that would make good ambush spots, maybe notice something else she missed on the way. Or maybe, the attacker would slip up. Maybe they would go after the duo on their return trip. Kathryn hated that Lizbeth was involved. Not only because she was young and innocent, but because she was who their foe was after. If it was just Kathryn, the half giant would be fine using herself as bait. But as the day dragged on she worried that beneficial or not, they could end up being bait themselves.

	With Lizbeth's assistance, finding the family of the deceased wasn't too hard. There seemed to be a coming and going of those grieving, those wishing condolences, and those who seemed to wonder about unsure how too interact or what to say. There was one older couple who Kathryn assumed was the parents of Toombas who seemed to be the most centered of the event. Ceremony? She wasn't sure what the local term would be. But she still understood the importance of such events. 

	Walking up to the couple in the most humble demeanor someone pushing 7 feet in full armor could muster, Kathryn spoke with a warm and comforting tone. "[color=598527]Hello there. I am sorry for intruding, and I am even more sorry for your loss. My name is Lady Kathryn Pyke of Arcanaple. I was staying at the Vineyard when I heard what had happened, and I was hoping to offer assistance with bringing justice to those who may have been involved. I know the feelings you are feeling now, so I hate to bring them up. But if there was anything out of the ordinary that you could recall from that night. Words spoken, strangers in town, even an odd feeling, I would love the chance to pursue any lead that could help.[/color]" Kathryn spoke softly, not necessarily like a caring mother, but like an older sibling who wanted to step up and do the right thing. Or a caretaker who feels extra steps may be needed to make sure their charge has the care they need. "[color=598527]And while we're here,[/color]" Kathryn said emphasizing herself and Lizbeth. "[color=598527]Please do let me know if there is any assistance we can offer in your time of need. Losing a loved one is... The single worst feeling anyone could ever go through. And anything I can do to help alivieate that pain I shall.[/color]" Kathryn offered up. Had she wanted to push the diplomatic side of things she may have wore something other than a full combat kit. But this wasn't in the original plan, and the chances she may need her kit were higher than she'd like to admit.