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[h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 5[/color][/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 33 / 33	[color=9932cc][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 15	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Rose River Vineyard
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color]  [color=dimgray][i]Familiar[/i][/color] stuff, [color=black][b]Morty[/b][/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	It was a little colder than Victoria liked. It was fair to say that, as a lady of cosmopolitan proclivities, she preferred to be indoors and warm most times anyway. Comfort was important. On the other hand, she grew up traveling with her parents' merchant caravans as well. As a child, or very near adult, time was spent in the elements with the guards and traders, setting up camps and staying in less-than-upscale locales. In truth, Victoria had some formal experience with survival skills and could tolerate much more intense of circumstances if need be. It was something she didn't advertise as she was content for others' estimation of her to be at least partially incomplete. Having just a hair of underestimation on her side was useful sometimes.

        Likewise, having people who knew she practiced Necromancy as more than a hobby meant that they often overlooked other useful qualities of hers. (Or conversely, those who didn't know her at all usually figured she was a stock-and-file Bard and were shocked when a spectacularly dead something-or-another attacked them on her behalf.) But to move back to the sake of keeping appearances of a purely urban socialite, Victoria spoke up to a personal request, [color=9932cc]"I could quite go for a hot cup or two of tea and a spot by a hearth. And if I'm being honest, I am disheartened by the lack of ideas we have on what we have seen today. Perhaps a warm room, a good chair, and some time is what is necessary."[/color] Yes, she was a bit of a diva, and further asserting a benefit to their newfound mystery gave an additional layer that she hoped made a connection. 

	But then, at the precipice of Victoria's last shred of possible hope for the collective intelligence of the group (herself included), Baronfjord uttered something that she thought was a good idea. One that she hadn't considered, herself, and probably should have. [color=9932cc]"Yes, perhaps you are right. The woman is a herbalist and might know something. I believe it is best to keep them on the vine for now and collect them as 'fresh' as I can when I set back out to Southmoor."[/color] She regarded the anomalous grapes with a serious and thoughtful expression, including a lip bite and bona fide brow furrow, [color=9932cc]"This does not seem normal."[/color] 

        Another concern, probably lesser in the grand scheme of things but central to her experience and opinion, reasserted itself in her mind. [color=9932cc]"Whomever those two were in the distillery; after Cecily is informed and we make some inquiries - they deserve a proper interment."[/color] Victoria pulled her cloak about her in the wintry wind, a stark contrast to the apathy that Morty had for their surroundings.