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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] 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] Avonshire Township, Hayloft -> Heading out of town (East) 
[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 
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	Vanity was a trait of Victoria's. Pride in her appearance, maybe even skirting upon (but not quite) excessive was certainly part of her personality, so the offer from Cecily to repair her garment was taken with polite, reserved gusto. [color=9932cc]"That is [i]amazingly[/i] kind of you. Thank you, really. I'll have it ready by the time you get back from the stable."[/color] To Marita, Victoria just nodded. This was the plan now, apparently. She would do her thing, and try to meet up later. Circumstances permitting, of course. If something changed, maybe even just her mind, this would have to be reassessed at that time. 

	Victoria rested the canvas bundle containing a mostly intact human skeleton in her small pull-cart and gave a mental command to her ever faithful companion, Morty, to take up the rope. It occurred to the Half-Human lady of Sylvan features that this would be the first time she utilized one dead thing to transport another. A second of consideration for the faith of the departed crossed her mind, until she reminded herself that the faith in question was to [i]Olidammara[/i]. Of all the deities, he was the least likely to give a rat's swollen hindparts whatsoever. 

	A shrug upon her shoulders and a song in her heart, Victoria ascended the stairs, beck up to her belongings and a speck more privacy then the downstairs. She gave some thought to closing the doors in the upper loft (or would those be windows?) but ultimately decided that expedience had a higher priority to modesty. So she quickly removed her tastefully studded leather armor and her slim, purple coat, to again reveal the black silks beneath. Her travel chest was her next stop. From this she acquired a black waistcoat with a high collar and slipped it over her shoulders, followed by a flowing length of light, purple fabric which she tied into something of a cravat. Past this the ceremonial Bard went into her cosmetics and touched a few things up, but mainly applied a grey preparation around her eyes and onto her cheeks, giving the faintest appearance of a mourning and death. Not that such an application detracted from her own charming sense of charisma, but it did seem to fit a festival atmosphere. Maybe not [i]this[/i] festival, but surely one of them. As a precaution, she rightly rearmored. 

	Satisfied, Victoria climbed back down the ladder with her damaged coat and bid a silent command for Morty to follow. She made it outside in time to see Cecily and Lizbeth return. Neither had anything to say about her new appearance nor the means by which the dead person's remains would be transported. Her violin case hung from her back, anxious fingers waiting to bring it back out as soon as they were clear of the bulk of the people around them. [color=9932cc]"After you, Mrs. L'Rose. It is only fitting that you lead this procession, even if it is just the three of us now."[/color] The older lady began to mention something or another about compensation, but Victoria raised a finger to her own lips to request silence on the matter. [color=9932cc]"You have promised to fix my jacket. And I have already received compensation for my efforts. This is all we need discuss on the matter. Please, after you."[/color]

	Resigned to this course of action, the three of them, Victoria, Cecily, and Lizbeth, began the walk to the center of town and to the east, out to where the graveyard stood.