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[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] [color=gray]16[/color] / 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] Avonshire Region, roadside 
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Harvesting Ears
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black]Morty arranges corpses[/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	Victoria wore annoyance well. Granted, she wore everything well, being blessed in that regard, but even something as minor as being annoyed seemed to suit her. In this instance, it was a combination of pain from the arrow wound, the need to have her garment repaired, and the words that her esteemed colleagues were using at or about her, without actually speaking [i]to[/i] her about the issue at hand. That was another thing - the issue at hand. Gritted teeth held her tongue behind them like prison bars, lest she actually say what was on her mind. It was a feat, considering acts of will of this nature were not her forte. 

	Instead, she tried to focus on the aftermath of the battle, and how best to utilize this situation. First, Victoria removed her cloak and, as best she could without fully removing her armor, slid her damaged and bloodied slim-fitting jacket from her torso and inspected her wound more closely. The black silks she wore beneath her more robust clothing and her light armor kept Victoria modest, though one could note her svelte and graceful form were one so inclined. She hardly seemed to notice herself, instead putting pressure on the wound to help slow the bleeding. A sigh escaped her lips, along with a shake of her head. Kosara had volunteered to handle her healing and she was going to just deal with things until the Tiefling lady did so. Victoria herself might have expended some energy to do so herself, though the offer meant that she wouldn't have to tax her pull on the strings of The Weave any more than she had to, so long as she could wait until her healer-to-be dismounted the big rock. In the meantime, she could keep herself occupied. 

	The sturdy rapier was replaced by her dagger; a far more utilitarian tool for the job to be done, and the bloodied Half-Elf strode to the nearest Goblin corpse, even as the others made their rounds. [color=9932cc]"Hmm,"[/color] she pondered aloud, [color=9932cc]"Is it the right, the left, or both?"[/color] A smile and a shrug came next as as Victoria reached down with her free hand and grabbed the dead Goblin's ear. [color=9932cc]"Left it is,"[/color] she crooned, her blade deftly slicing off the pointy projection. 

	After a couple of ears were collected, Victoria heard Hugh's assessment of the situation, which she disagreed with just enough to lose the hold on her mouth for a moment. [color=9932cc]"Really? [i]What exactly possessed me?[/i]"[/color] She motioned with her handful of ears at the rest of the party, her wound starting to bleed afresh, and asked a question of her own. [color=9932cc]"What happened to the plan? You know, the plan we were all supposed to follow? The one where I accompany you, [i]Bounty Hunter[/i],"[/color] She spat the term out, remembering their introductory conversation from the previous evening, [color=9932cc]"over there and provide support while Kosara backed up the two heavies while they took point? Somehow that got turned around, and that's fine. It happens."[/color] They had never worked together before and sometimes plans got jumbled. Victoria understood this as well as anyone. [color=9932cc]"But there was no way in whichever Hell takes note of these things that I was going to leave Marita to get swarmed [i]by herself[/i] because no one had her flank."[/color] 

	She did not outright mention Kathryn's name in the course of this rant, though she did spare a glance in the powerful lady's direction. The object was not to pick a fight with someone who could maneuver full barrels of ...[i]really good wine[/i], she finally noticed... completely by herself. Continuing, [color=9932cc]"And if you didn't notice, I WAS our frontline today. It was that, or make the Cleric our only frontliner at the start."[/color] She removed another ear, adding it to the growing collection, [color=9932cc]"But don't you mind me. This isn't the first time I've bled. Gods know it took some serious getting used to..."[/color] Her voice trailed off, as if an unrelated thought came to mind at that moment. Snapping back to the present, she intoned, [color=9932cc]"What [i]possessed[/i] me was loyalty to my group, even if not all of them have earned it yet."[/color] 

	Upon immediate reflection, Victoria was puzzled to realize that, despite the clear and plain differences in ethic and points of morality to the point that they would certainly never socialize were they not thrown together by those letters from the Sheriff, she gave the most trust to Marita. Especially after this battle. Another ear joined the collection with a wet slicing sound, followed by a glance up the road, back in their wagon's direction. More softly, she mentioned, [color=9932cc]"Don't worry about my proclivities. I play many roles and wear many hats. I am what my party needs, when we need it. Today we needed another body watching the front's flank. It's not everyone who can look good doing it, but here I am."[/color] 

	A quick mental command saw Morty coming to Victoria's aid, in this case beginning to drag the bodies to one spot, in a line, that they may be more easily searched by their companions. Her work completed, Victoria looked over to the bones in and around the campfire. [color=9932cc]"Whomever this is, they deserve a proper burial. I'm taking the remains with us."[/color] It was spoken with finality. Now she had to locate a more or less respectful yet practical means of transport, and that coffin probably wasn't it. It looked nice, though. Comfy even, in a macabre sort of way.