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Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05HP: 40 / 40 Armor Class: 16 Conditions: N/A Location: Rose River Vineyard (tastingting room) Action: Chit Chat Bonus Action: N/A Reaction: N/A Ki: 5/5 | ![]() |
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"Ah. I see." BlackBerry made a small grimace as the mystery of everyone's reactions was solved but he quickly wiped away the expression. "My Apologies, Lizbeth, Madame L'Rose. I did not realise. I meant no offense of course." But even as he turned away from the door his eyes lingered on the lock for a few more seconds.
Why was it locked? Greif, he supposed, he knew, was a strange thing and could be a reason for the lock. With the Wine Tasting this evening it was possible that Cecily or even Lizbeth thought it prudent, especially given recent revelations, to not let people mistakenly wander in to find something they shouldn't. A little bell rang in BlackBerry's mind reminding him of the rumour from a month or so ago he had heard of a worker going places they shouldn't. Perhaps tonight he could convince more information on that note from Jon but given how long ago it was it didn't seem too likely.
Was the padlock new or old? He would have to find out somehow.
"Jon." BlackBerry leant over to the man as they were drawn to the centre of the room. "Might I ask what is a 'Retainer'?"
"Some sort of servant I think, y'know for kings and queens."
"Oh?" BlackBerry said, and then again with less enthusiasm when the dots connected and his opinion of Monsieur Laurent dropped. "Oh. I see."
Well, he thought, she is 'Lady' Kathryn after all.
And, now that he thought about it, on the way over she had adopted an about herself he hadn't seen before on her; she stood tall with he shoulders back not like a soldier with them squared and tense but relaxed instead even with an arm around Kosara. She spoke differently as well as if she was filling the room with her voice without shouting. BlackBerry was struck momentarily with the imagined vision of her standing before generals and diplomats, laying out plans and directions for them all to follow. He blinked and the vision was gone.
"Pay him no mind." Jon then using the excuse of handing Blackberry a glass of the drink, then whispered with a conspiratorial wink. "Bit of a twat really."
BlackBerry chuckled quietly as he hesitantly accepted the glass from Jon and eyes the dark liquid within. He caught sight of Victoria's plus one doing the same which he thought was strange but brushed off as something people who drank a lot of wine did, as he had seen Victoria do a few times. Speaking of Vcitoria, he watched her and the others drink their drinks and enjoy the flavour, all without any further changes of their person. He looked down again at the dark liquid, tapping his glossy blue fingers against the glass in thought. He reasoned that neither Victoria or Lady Kathryn had suffered any further changes since unearthing the Brandy, and if there was anything strange with it was now diluted by the wine.
BlackBerry threw caution to the wind and took a sip, and was very quiet for a few seconds. A smile slowly spread on his face and he let out a low moan of appreciation. While BlackBerry admittedly did not have a refined enough palate identify all the flavours, notes, or what have you of any drink, he did know enough to appreciate a good wine when he tasted it.
"Oh, Oh this is divine. Madame L'Rose this is marvellous." BlackBerry praised her, and Jon beside him nodded in agreement whilst taking another swig.
With the toast concluded it looks like people were starting to peel off into their own little groups for idle chatter.
"Is it just Toombes who we are waiting for then, Madame L'Rose? I do hope the fellow is well for it is mighty cold out there." A traitorous thought came along to wonder if more Guests may have arrived and that was why Toombes was late, but he banished the thought quickly. "And would I assume correctly this 'Master of Harvest' is part of the celebrations for Frostival?" As he made a note to talk to Rens after this, an idea struck and his eyes it up. Turning to point a finger towards Lady Kathryn the proclaimed, "Lady Kathryn! Bale Tossing!"