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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] 16	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Rose River Vineyard (Fields Near Estate House -> The Hill to the East)
[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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	[color=9932cc]"No, no, no... Gods damn it."[/color] Victoria was tired. Her hands hurt from labor to which it was unaccustomed; with red marks and upon places where she did not bear callouses from her extensive musical pursuits. She was not a [i]worker[/i] in the traditional sense, despite her willingness to get her hands dirty if necessary. And so long as her mind was on the concept of "dirty", Victoria felt like she was quite the mess. The application of a few castings of [i]Prestidigitation[/i] would take care of this unseemly difficulty, but after having cast that exact spell dozens, maybe hundreds of times over the entirety of the night, and doing so now felt like something close to a chore. At the same time, drawing a proper bath was actually a literal chore, so she might just have to flip a coin to decide. But this new and sudden exclamation of denial and mild blasphemy came not from her present state of marginal dishevelment, but the fact that something mysterious and foreboding was spotted stop the nearby hill, and she was dead certain they were going to insist upon checking it out before any personal grooming, rest, or even a cup of decent tea was had. Victoria did like to pamper herself when the option to do so was present, and she was annoyed that the opportunity fit neatly into the category of "so close, and yet so far."

	Of course she was going to join the rest of her party on the hill. But for the purposes of maintaining some separation purely for the principle of the thing, she agreed with Kathryn before walking over to check on Lizbeth. The girl was still staring in the direction of the figures atop the hill. She looked concerned, but oddly showed none of the fatigue that everyone else was afflicted by. Including Victoria. The Bard followed her gaze to the hill, where others of her group were going already. With a nod of her head, Victoria silently regretted the fact that she was not equipped for a serious fight, and even if she were, there was not a lot of enthusiasm. Well, she had her dagger and she had her music, which meant that she was not defenseless at any rate. 

	Victoria called her Morty over to her. It was a mental command given to a mindless but utterly loyal animated beast, one that would unfailingly walk point and block for her, which is exactly what she wanted in her exhausted condition. Likewise, for the purposes of extending her senses in necessary, Victoria recalled her raven Familiar to her and set it to circle overhead. There was a brief glimpse through its eyes as it soared through the [i]even colder[/i] air above. Victoria wondered how the helpful spiritform took to the cold - it hadn't showed a sign of complaint in the slightest - but she couldn't be sure without a greater level of understanding. The quick look gave her a better view of the figures on the hill above, and this made her wish to hasten her walk to the rest of them. [color=9932cc]"Get someplace safe,"[/color] she absently said to Lizbeth, and moved as best she could to join the others. 

	Upon finally reaching the scene atop the hill, Victoria was taken aback by the opulence of the clothing layered over the obviously dead and/or undead people present. Yes, and the presence of dead and/or undead people was noted, and might have been jarring to anyone else. Lucky for her, dead people were kind of her thing. She reserved her thoughts on the whole matter until more in the way of investigation could be made (and in truth was quite intrigued by Baronfjord's findings with his tracking), contributing only the following thoughts: 

	[color=9932cc]"That scroll? I can attempt to translate, but my books are back in the Coach House. I cannot here."[/color] More work before rest. It is to be expected. This was her role now, as it stood with the needs of this adventuring group, more than they needed a musician. As strange as it sounded to her, Victoria was their Arcanist. This revelation didn't quite suppress her more colorful flights of proclivity, as the next thought she voiced attested, [color=9932cc]"Those silks and wools are gorgeous, aren't they? In fact, that one's shawl,"[/color] she motioned toward one of the attendees while still maintaining a respectable level of caution to the situation they found themselves in, [color=9932cc]"would look amazing on you, Kosara."[/color] She had her eye one or two things herself, though not to the point of distracting from what might become an ugly moment very quickly.