<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 skillfully guided the lead wagon to the wagon yard of Barthen's Provisions. She carried a few loads of goods inside with Rat, moving with the measured, relentless pace of an experienced wagoner, then ducked back into the wagon to gather up all of the dirty clothing and sleepwear the party had used over the course of the trip. She clicked her tongue in disapproval at just how little of it there was - hopefully she wasn't the<em>only</em>person who had packed a change of clothes.<br/><br/>Laden with a basket full of linen, a washtub and a cake of soap, she picked her way down the slope towards the stream in the northwest, giving a neighbourly nod and smile to the people she passed. At the stream, she set down her load, filled up the washtub and began her washing, giving a weary smile to anyone who happened to be engaged in the same work. "Firstdays, am I right?" she joked to anyone who would listen, trying to build up a rapport with the locals - people who, while from a different part of Faerûn, probably still had quite a lot in common with her.