<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/>Kathra took her time at descending the gangplank that led her from the ship to the Neverwinter docks. Sea travel was a new experience for her, and she found she did not care for it in the slightest. Actual seasickness was no threat to her dwarven constitution, but no amount of sailing was going to teach her the "sea legs" that humans spoke of. As she disembarked the ship with her weapons, armour and tools all strapped to her back, it was all she could do to keep herself from slipping and rolling down the docks like a noisy metal boulder, rounded by decades of good food and child-bearing.<br/><br/>She filtered her way patiently through the docks' processes, half of her mind answering the questions of officials and filling out forms while the other pondered just what might lie in store for her in her new wayfaring life. She snapped back to giving the world her full attention when somebody other than a dock official addressed her.<br/><br/>"Yes, that's me! Of course, the Rockseekers have all manner of business to attend. Always a busy life here in Neverwinter." The bustle of the city, even just the docks that she had seen so far, was a far cry from the lifestyle of her own village. She had always been<em>industrious</em>, of course - there was no time for idleness when crops, animals, children and domestic chores all needed her attention - but Neverwinter was<em>busy</em>in a very different way. "Please, lead the way, and thank you for the welcome, lad."