[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 3[/color][/b][/i] [color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 23 / 23 [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] The Infamous Pear [color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [/cell][cell] [right][img]https://i.ibb.co/kJ2BTjD/Victoria-HF.png[/img][/right] [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] Counting out coins quickly was part and parcel with entertaining on the road. While it was not the venue of her dreams, this did represent the most reliable source of work for Victoria while she was out traveling, and so she was no stranger to fast counts, paired with fast distribution. To that end, Victoria was open to give an emotive, [color=9932cc]"Aww, well [i]thank you[/i],[/color] to Kosara, palming five silver coins and pressing them into the Tiefling's hand. [color=9932cc]"Learning more songs would be just lovely. Let's discuss it on the road some, hmm?"[/color] In contrast, getting her hair rumpled by an appreciative but obviously somewhat impaired Kathryn was high on her ranks of mild annoyance, which Victoria tried to keep out of her voice as she said, [color=9932cc]"I'm so glad you enjoyed the show,"[/color] but ultimately failed, some note peeking through. Her hands went to smooth back the strands which fell out of place, and there was small vexation at not having a mirror handy. It seemed that a touch of vanity colored her psyche. Naivara's enthusiasm was appreciated, as was her gift of a gold coin. It was a bit much, especially from someone with whom she was supposed to be adventuring, but gold was gold, after all. Victoria was not about to turn it down. Instead, she made a showing of spinning the coin between her knuckles once, flicking it up, snatching it out of the air, and quickly, as if my magic, squirreling it away in a pocket. [color=9932cc]"That was [i]so sweet[/i], Naivara. Thank you!"[/color] The compliment from Hugh, considering the mercurial responses from him as the evening had progressed thus far, was taken somewhat guardedly. She did extend a polite smile and a warm, [color=9932cc]"Thank you,"[/color] effecting a shallow bow and sweeping motion with the hat in her hand. There was an eyebrow raise and a wary nod at the suggestion of room assignments, as she didn't really have a dog on this particular fight just yet. As others made for their rooms or otherwise settled in for the night, Victoria took the occasion to play another song or two downstairs. There were people still about to entertain, and possibly coin to be had. They weren't getting paid until the end of this little mission, and a girl had expenses. Rest was necessary, however, and before too long Victoria made her way upstairs with burlap-wrapped Morty following dutifully behind. Taking the opinion that there's no sense continuing the drama from downstairs, Victoria chose a bed in the room with Hugh. She looked down to her porcine companion and issued the command (almost ludicrously), [color=9932cc]"Play dead!"[/color] resulting in the creature collapsing straightaway. With a huff, she pushed the animal under the bed and readied herself for sleep. She stripped down to modest undergarments, folding her clothes neatly, and hung her cloak on the bedpost. After a brief inspection of the bed to ensure nothing crawly might be there, she settled in, covers over herself in the bracing night, and just before she closed her eyes, said, [color=9932cc]"Nighty-night, Morty. I'll get you up tomorrow morning."[/color] The next day dawned, and Victoria was not amazingly happy at having to greet it. It was chilly, moreso than the evening before, and the blankets on her bed were comfortable. Unfortunately, there was a job to do. Might as well do it. So as slow to rise as she might have been, she was very quick at getting herself dressed and put together with just the right touch of cosmetics. Traveller's attire, befitting the travel of the day, and of course her amazingly bardy hat. Black and purple again made themselves known as her traditional colors of choice. All of this was lightly scented with floral notes. This day, she went into her chest and pulled out a set of leather armor, rich and dark of color, with muted but stylish metal accents. It appeared well taken care of of not quite new. She donned the armor and threw her cloak over it all, then descended the floors to meet the day. From the stairs, Victoria issued a sharp sentence, [color=9932cc]"Come along, Morty!"[/color] The porcine avenger scrambled from beneath the bed, rose to it's feet, and trotted with an uneven gait to join its caller. When the pair made it downstairs, Morty assumed his spot near the corner, as he did the previous night. The idea of breakfast was appealing. In contrast to most mornings when she might just have a pastry and cup of strong tea, Victoria selected for herself a little bit of everything with a leaning toward the fresh bread and honey. She did seem to enjoy it. A perky [color=9932cc]"Good morning!"[/color] found its way to both Guido and Marita, but in the case of the Cleric, she added, [color=9932cc]"Oh, aren't you lovely this morning?"[/color] She sat, motioning with a piece of bacon, [color=9932cc]"Whomever the antagonists are in our little venture, they won't know what hit them."[/color] Victoria gave a quick wink before biting off half of the strip of meaty goodness in her hand. News of the Sheriff not joining them this morning drew an exasperated sigh from the youthful Bard, then an accepting shake of her head. [color=9932cc]"It's fate. If everything went exactly to plan, it wouldn't be an adventure, now would it?"[/color] Still, her optimism carried a wearied tone to it.