<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/cc/Kathra.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Kathra Brighthammer</strong></span></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>12/12 AC: 15<br/><strong>Spell slots:</strong>1: 1/2<br/><strong>Spells prepared:</strong><em>cure wounds</em>,<em>grease</em><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Magical Tinkering 2/2<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/>Kathra adjusted her stance to prepare to swing her warhammer, advancing slowly on Burdock as he struggled with the grease. Fortunately, she didn't need to strike herself, as her friends brought him low. "Now, let's-" she began, but then the half-orc threw himself onto Clara's blade, and then... wasn't a half-orc anymore.<br/><br/>"A shapeshifter?" she said in surprise, her eyes flicking towards Clara despite her best efforts. "How? Was this him all along?" She planted the head of her warhammer on the ground and leaned on it. "And why? Why this caravan?" She looked down at the hand axe sticking out of her shield, and wrenched it free with some effort. She held the axe in her hand as she looked at Lynnara. "Why me? You were between us when he attacked, but he went straight for me, not you."<br/><br/>She breathed a sigh of relief when Twin and Tabia arrived, although Clara made an excellent point about not being able to trust anybody's appearance. "Mr Oxenbridge! Yes, we're alright. I don't think anybody is injured. You found out something in Neverwinter that revealed the impostor among us?"