<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/d/de/30FD3D63-6034-4098-B788-9E4ACF35E53A.jpeg)<br/></div><strong>Name: </strong>Katra<br/><strong>Race/Class: </strong>Human Psi-Fighter<br/><strong>HP:</strong>23/23<strong>Armor:</strong>4<strong>XP:</strong>1/7<br/><strong>Effects:</strong>(status effects, buffs, debuffs, etc. include remaining duration for each effect)<br/><strong>Action:</strong><br/><br/>Katra (AndyZ) Roll: `[2, 2]` Result: 4<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Stats</div><div class="spoiler_body">Strength: 8 (-1)    Constitution: 15 (+1) Dexterity: 9 (+0)<br/>Intelligence: 16 (+2) Wisdom: 13 (+1) Charisma: 12 (+0)<br/><br/>Human Reroll: 1/1<br/><br/>Coins: 0<br/>Adventuring Gear: 5/5<br/>Dungeon Rations: 5/5<br/>Healing Potion<br/></div></div><br/>The responses from the others got simple silence.  She felt that hers had been at least reasonable and kind, but his response was hardly surprising.  Still, she told herself, there was a silver lining: if they couldn’t handle this, he might just kick them out and they can handle the inn affair.  Even so, she’d never deliberately sabotage affairs.<br/><br/>“We’re from the Second Chance Club,” she explained, then folded her gauntleted hands upon the table.  “Sir, I’ll be open with you.  I know we’re not the people or the group you wanted to see.  I’m not going to pretend we’re talented or experienced.  I know nothing of conventional weaponry beyond my own magic blade or how to work silver.”  A sharp thump came to the table.  “What I know is that we’re here, and I have sincere doubts anyone else is coming.  I also don’t ask for anything for myself before the task is done, and I won’t blame you if you don’t want to offer them a better chance of survival with some silver edging.”<br/><br/>A gentle shrug brought a faint creaking to her plate armor.  “Even if you won’t outfit us, I’ll at least ask you to tell where the vampire lair is, because we don’t even know that.”