<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 squeezed Clara's waist playfully. "Well, it means a lot coming from you, with your breadth of experience. I'm sure you've had gentlemen and ladies call you much less proper words than 'sultry'."<br/><br/>She followed Clara's gaze, looking over Burdock again. "He sounds like he's had a rough start in life, the poor lad," she said quietly. "Are you and he close? He seems like he could use a friend. And I couldn't possibly comment on those shoulders, or that chest, or those arms. It wouldn't be proper." She giggled and gave her friend a kiss on the cheek.<br/><br/>"Then there's Collin, or Rat as he prefers to be called. Nice lad. Troubled, if I'm any judge, which I am. Seems to have had a rough start in life too. But he worked in the Neverwinter guard, and now he's working for Gundren, so I suppose things are looking up for him. Gundren was paying him to escort me around Neverwinter. He's a good lad. Loyal and honest, and who can ask for more in any man?"<br/><br/>Kathra was about to move on to the next topic of gossip when Lynnara drew up alongside her with an armful of nature's bounty, and she happily gathered it all into a basket. "I won't turn anyone away from helping to cook," she replied with a generous smile, "but I was cooking meals for my children before this troupe's parents were on solid food. Present company excluded, of course," she said with a nod to the elf-blooded women she was addressing. It occurred to her that she didn't actually know how old Clara was, or how long her people lived, but that was really none of her business.<br/><br/>"Why don't you ride up here for a while?" she asked Lynnara. "You've been on your feet all day, dashing here and here. You've probably covered twice the distance the oxen have. Let your feet rest and put your eyes to work instead - we could use your watchful gaze on the road." It was a transparent ploy to draw the elf into their gossip and get to know her better, of course... but she did look tired.