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Kaikara, Demon-tainted Matanji outcast

AC: 18 | HIT POINTS: 21 | CURRENT: 21 | HERO POINTS: 1

FORTITUDE: +6 | REFLEX: +7 | WILL: +5 | PERCEPTION: +7

ACTIVE EFFECTS: None.

CONDITIONS: None.

Kaikara awoke refreshed and alert, her rigorous physical training the previous night had exhausted her, and, as such, she slept a full night, her doubts and insecurities about her placement at Magaambya held off by a fatigued, dreamless sleep. She crossed the hall to the north of her room, stripped of her armor, she had a lithe body, athletic, trim, her shoulders and back covered with scars, thick ridges, followed a pattern down her spine, flaring across her shoulder blades. She had a towel wrapped around her waist, and little else as she looked for the baths, she nodded, by way of greeting, at her fellow students, ignoring their incredulous stares at her immodest behavior. She had trained among barracks full of orc warriors, and modesty was not afforded to her, nor did she expect such from her companions.

She moved to the bath, scrubbing away the sweat from her intensive weapon training, and taking the time to soak, enjoying the lavender scented oils she found along the edge of the basin. Whose they were, she did not know, at least at this point but she enjoyed the scent, and hoped her fellows would not begrudge her a few drops in the bath. After almost half an hour, she exited, drying off, her long, coarse hair unbound, falling well past her shoulders, strands touching the small of her back. Once in her room, she took the time to braid her hair, pulling it back, fiercely, from her face, exposing the ridges and horns of her demonic heritage, she then layered overtop thick hide armor, reinforced with dull, steel, rivets, broad, buckled belts, high boots, with a rigid solid sole. She strapped a buckler to her forearm, took her long spear in one hand, and exited the room. She stopped in the hallway, darted back into her room, and grabbed a soft blue and gold cloak, worn thin in places, a token from her mother, wrapped it around her shoulders, and took the leather thong from which hung the bead given her by Teacher Ot and moved to the common room.

She ate breakfast in silence, nodding at the others, introducing herself to those who attempted conversation, then returned to attacking her breakfast of cured meats, cheeses and fruits. She nodded at the muscular dwarf, Green Shoots indeed, she thought. Likely a reference to their lack of experience, not, entirely, untrue, but not a moniker she wished to be called by. They had been introduced to Anchor Root the previous night, so she was a little concerned the skittish gnoll wasn't in attendance, and silently hoped that she would recover from what ails her. She returned her attentions to Haibram, who spoke of the Kafesi Market, Kaikara vaguely recalled she may have passed through it on the way to the Academy, but she couldn't be certain without travelling there again.

After the dwarven scholar had finished, Kaikara, who was leaning non-chalantly on her long spear, cleared her throat, before speaking. "And why, may I ask, does the Market refuse to deal with students of Magaambya? It was my impression that Magaambya protects Nantambu, and would be afforded some measure of respect and deference by the locals." She used the question to deflect her annoyance at the task ahead, fetching chickens from market? Was this some joke, how in the world, were tasks like this supposed to put her on the path to mastering that vague disquiet that rested in her chest, slowly, silently, scratching to be released.