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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] Neil & Bob's Public House
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[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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	Thoughtful quiet took over Victoria as she pored over the rush of recollection on the subject discussed. A brief spurt of knowledge was enough to get the ball rolling, such as it was, without having to regurgitate all of the information available to her in one large portion. Then, the allure of butternut soup and fresh bread called to her, and the scent of fresh apples. In an attempt to smooth things over with the thoroughly confused staff, Victoria gave a warming smile in their direction and said, [color=9932cc]"Everything looks wonderful. Really."[/color] She acquired a bowl of soup for herself and inhaled its starchy, savory aroma for a moment, showing an expression of contentment. A polite request followed, [color=9932cc]"If I may? I would be grateful for a pot of good tea."[/color] 

	The request didn't stop her from locating a spoon and sampling a bit of the soup. She was another two spoonfuls in before she remembered her manners, covered her mouth with a hint of embarrassment showing, and resumed at a much more reserved pace. She did take the initiative to grab one of the small loaves for herself. And a napkin. Manners were important, sometimes. It was good to keep in practice. 

	[color=9932cc]"I've read a little about them, too. Wererats, I mean to say."[/color] If this was the topic at hand, she might as well share a little more. [color=9932cc]"If it is truly a Wererat infestation, it's unusual. Stories I perused have these creatures keeping their numbers low, and [i]recruiting[/i] moreso than just kidnapping and infecting others. This situation feels different. Or the authors missed something; I couldn't say."[/color] Slight bewilderment crossed Victoria's features. It was quickly smoothed over by a shrug as she tore off a piece of bread for herself. [color=9932cc]"This is truly good."[/color]

	A final point to bring up amid the speculation and brainstorming section of whatever their eventual plan might be, Victoria flatly suggested, [color=9932cc]"Whichever of us are running that errand with the silversmith, I'm going with them. To hear it, you need someone who can speak to people."[/color] She even had a shiny zombie pig as a conversation opener. It could work. 

	Morty, not having received a mental command nor being in a situation to adhere to standing orders, hadn't moved since he arrived. He remained a meaty monolith with his wrappings slowly drying near the fire.