Kate came down from the inn's upper floor with her hair a mess.  She was a a stubborn sight of ruggedness in the otherwise fine country inn.  She wore her pleated tartan again, her clan's colors draped across her breast.  She came down and plopped self at  the table.  "Looks like a fine day!  A fine day for a hunt."   said to the gentlemen there.<br/><br/>She grabbed a roll from table and chowed it.  "So, what do you say we start a pot.  Everyone puts in some coin, and the person who fells the beast gets it all."  She looked at Thomas, with his fancy medals, and sized up the man with a steely gaze.<br/><br/>"You seem like a contender.  What do you say, chum?"  She said with a smug smile.   She glanced over at the barkeep.  "Mead!  c'mon, it's never too early for a drink!"