<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: 2/2<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/><br/>"That bodes ill," Kathra called back. "Be careful!"<br/><br/>Letting Collin go ahead to draw out the ambush was nerve-wracking. Kathra had come to care about the plucky lad. But his tactics made sense, and all she could do was support him. Now that there was nothing to gain by pretending not to be aware of the ambush, she strapped her shield onto her left arm, and with her right hand, she patted her javelins and the satchel near her feet that held, among other things, two flasks of magically charged cooking oil.<br/><br/><em>Action: Don my shield.</em>