<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/>No sooner had Sildar asked for a drink that Kathra produced a flask of some kind of dwarven spirits - where had she been keeping that? She sat and listened intently to his story of the history of Phandelver's Pact and Wave Echo Cave. She nodded along to some parts, having heard similar tales of her people's history before.<br/><br/>"Phandelin sounds like my kind of town," she mused, thinking of her own homestead. "There's a lot of opportunity in these frontier settlements."<br/><br/>She tapped her fingers together as they conversed over why both Gundren and his map had been taken. "It wouldn't be for his mining skills. Goblins think they know how to mine just as well as we do - they don't, of course, but they're not incompetent. It sounds more like Gundren knows something special about how to get to the Forge of Spells. It's bound to be more difficult than just digging a hole in the right place. Traps, wards, something like that..."<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The first morning on the trail found the party greeted with the promised pastries! Doing her best with the tools she had to hand, Kathra had made a thin pastry, filled it with a mixture of sliced fruits from Lynnara's foraging, added some spices from the stash buried in one of her bags, and baked the pastry packages in the coals of the evening's cooking fire. It was by no means an elegant meal, but with the blessing of the Revered Mother and over a century of homemaking experience, she was able to make something (1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=161670)0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=161671)) passable.<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Over the first night, Kathra took some time to let out Twin's spare clothing, giving it a bit of extra girth to accommodate Sildar's frame. When she presented it with him the next morning, she engaged him in conversation as well. "It's clear that somebody is trying to get Gundren to reveal the location of Wave Echo Cave and claim its riches. It's not just goblins, though, nor that bugbear. There's some deeper force behind it. Somebody hired Burdock... or rather, the creature that masqueraded as Burdock... to infiltrate our group and try to kill us." She blinked slowly. "And he went for me first, which seemed odd. Anyway, whoever is behind all of this knows enough about both Gundren and his business that they had a spy in Neverwinter to infiltrate a supply caravan..."<br/><br/>She stopped and blinked again. "Why us? Why go to so much trouble to hit a simple supply wagon? Does any of this make sense to you?"<br/><br/><hr/><br/>As they travelled along on the second day, Kathra hacked away at "Burdock's" chain mail with the best tools she could find for the job, adjusting it to suit her short, plump frame. Metalwork was not one of her many trades, but she ended up with something (1 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=161672)0 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=161673)) serviceable.<br/><br/>That night, when it was her time to rest, she set up her tent - really, a tarpaulin draped across some tree branches - a little distance from the wagon, and quietly asked Clara to join her.