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With a return to the surface there was a well of relief in the Catriona, as the night air was far fresher than the stagnant atmosphere of the mine. Coming from an island nation, it was not difficult for her to feel stifled. Also, there was the pleasant elation of newfound wealth to make up any further difference.
She tossed a glance at the Westra’s creepy Eye symbol marking. The captain was certainly excessively pious it, that was for sure. That would have to be considered when inevitable irrationality arises. (And oh it will!)
If you could believe it, Catriona unrolls a flat sheet of some unknown suede-like fabric that ends up being some steampunk era version of an air-mattress. She used a small bellows to fill the Lantanese bedroll (though it took about 10 minutes!) and set it up away from the dog. One could see her nose becoming red and her allergies acting up when the canine was in range.
Catriona was very neat and that translated into how she kept her “area” organized. The spectacled girl definitely had a routine that she followed. The Goodberries were of good use, (though likely not as delish as a rabbit) and the doctor only washed her face with some canteen water. She removed her glasses and went to sleep quickly, as she was exhausted from expenditure of her energies in such a contracted period of time.
The voices woke her; she would only listen at first, before opening her eyes.
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Catriona leaned up, resting on her elbows as she watched the two seem to find enough common ground to have a conversation. Westra ending with a question that was open to everyone, had her wonder how to answer.
“I was just near the Conyberry ruins.” she volunteered. “Before, you know. Coming here.” She wipes her eyes some and yawn before asking, "What do you think is there?"
Her knowledge on Banshees was purely academic as such things did not exist where she came from; all she really knew was that banshees had some relation to elves and could kill with their wail. Oh, and they were spirits of a kind.
Did the danger outweigh the possibility of knowledge gained, though? For her, the answer usually meant nope. Maybe she could record the banshee’s wail. Perhaps some kind of sonic emission system. Wait, she should also make ear plugs. Thoughts ran through her mind rapidly at that mention of experiencing a meeting with a new entity.
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Seeing the Captain fruitlessly work with her ruined halberd, the pale haired doctor sits up further and rubs briefly at her puffy bedroom eyes. “Umm, I do not think that there is a field kit that can repair that high grade acidic erosion of the steel. Maybe that bladed staff might be useful until you can return to a smith for a replacement?”
Catriona stretched some and apparently slept in her academy sweater, which bore the Wyndamere crest. Because it's what cool people do.
“I appraised the properties of the late Mister Kost’s weapon and if you attune yourself to it; it’s enchantment strips the life process requirements of needing food, drink and even sleep. Most magic will read you as undead, though. So you might have to be quick with explanations.” Beat. “It's sturdy and the blade is sharp, too.”
She did not immediately say anything beyond that as there was some matter of party dynamics and logistics. Quite a bit had happened in the last day and it was all more riveting than what she was dealing with in the old libraries of Waterdeep. At first she considered Yvaine a somewhat disturbed clergy-person, but the woman spontaneously manifested angel wings and that was something that required some study. When the time was right, of course, she did not want to come off as rude and get a bolt in the eye.
Raithe’s sentiments caused her to barely hide some disappointment; she had just began to take secret solace in how rational he came across compared to the others. Voices from the sky, visions from beyond nor an addiction to the bottle did not have agency in his motivations. Survival did and that was something she could more easily understand (even if she did not feel the same).
After having one of the goodberries before they expired (efficiency in meals!), Catriona fished about for her glasses and set them on her face once she found them. As deliberations continued, she went through a routine of packing up her things, folding this and that and methodically brushing her hair and being prim in her unconventional attire.
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“I don’t uh… know.. these people you are talking about. I know there is Spellplague anomalies all around here, though and I think following you will lead me to areas of anomaly concentration. And, if that helps Phandalin, that’s good. So, that is ..what I think. Of things.”
Pushing her glasses up on her nose some, she adds. “If the financial windfall from the mine is typical of what we will come across, that is an incentive, too.” Scientists need funding.
“It's no trouble, Captain.” responds Catriona to Westra on the matter of the scythe and its properties. She had also previously enlightened everyone on the properties of the armor and ring, as well, though those items were far more straightforward.
The scientist was absent the coarse personality-type that was prevalent here; the snipes and sarcasm back and forth went rather over her head as she remained more or less indifferent to it. She was never a significant presence in any peer group prior and maintained that mindset here.
The matter of choosing a name for identification was something she wasn’t expecting as she’d not even known these people 24 hours ago. Given her record ad coming up with what to call things, it was best she left that decision to others. Of the cool elf rogue man would come up with something popular. Part of her wished she was able to invoke some elf coolness from her non-human half, but alas, halfbreed dork for life.
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Somehow it being connected to Helm wasn’t ideal to her as she did not want to be associated with random religious groups, but it was innocuous enough that she didn't raise the point. “Neat. It is enigmatic and ambiguous, an additional layer of protection.” she finally says, to not seem awkwardly silent before pushing her eyebrows together as she notices Wolfe’s bizarre behavior with the treasure.
After, she awaits the others, spending the time shaving off bits of wax cut from one of her candles and then testing them as ear-plugs. It looks somewhat goofy as she keeps trying them out.