<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 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=344148.msg16249161#msg16249161)</strong></span></span><br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21 AC: 18<br/><strong>Spell slots:</strong>1: 3/3<br/><strong>Spells prepared:</strong>Artificer:<em>grease</em>,<em>purify food and drink</em>; Cleric:<em>bless</em>,<em>cure wounds</em>,<em>detect evil and good</em>,<em>detect magic</em>,<em>healing word</em><br/><strong>Effects:</strong>Magical Tinkering 2/2<br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><hr/>Kathra turned all of her senses to the inn as she entered, listening to gossip and picking up the scents coming out of the kitchen. She had missed this sort of environment, from her short stint in Neverwinter and other big cities. It felt like coming home, but to a different home from the one she left.<br/><br/>"The mining exchange?" she asked. "I... think so. Well, we escorted those wagons here to go to Barthen's, so quite possibly. I'm given to understand there's a lot of prospectors out here?"<br/><br/>She smiled pleasantly, angling her nose towards the kitchen again. "It's been a long trip, and I'll be glad to have food cooked in a real kitchen again. And to sleep in a real bed. We'd like..." She counted on her fingers briefly. "Three rooms, if rooms are to be had. Don't need anything fancy, just somewhere where the walls aren't made of canvas. And food... two bowls of whatever stew is on the fire, any cold meat you have like sausage or ham, and maybe some cheese? A few slices of... no, better make it a loaf of bread. And a pitcher of ale, of course." She counted out some coins from her pouch, adding enough for a generous but not extravagant tip. She pondered for a moment, then put a few more coins on the counter. "Plus whatever the rest of my party wants to order."<br/><br/>She looked over her shoulder at the door. "If you or your wife could bring that to my room, I'd be much obliged. I've got a stack of sewing to get through tonight - the caravan life is rough on clothes." She gave a long-suffering sigh, but with good humour behind it. "And of course I'm the only one who knows one end of a needle from the other, so that's all on me."