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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] Interior Silversmith's Shop -> Rear Exterior, Silversmith's Shop
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] [i]Arcana[/i] Check
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black][i]Morty[/i][/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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	Victoria quietly sheathed the length of her blade when the lycanthropic Guard succumbed to forced unconsciousness, thanks to Marita. The feel of its heft was a little different. Still perfectly serviceable, still sharp enough to ruin someone's weekend plans with little pressure. And now much prettier. If Victoria retired tomorrow she would keep this someplace prominent as a conversation piece. But it looked like she was the only one with a completed weapon. Her desire was to remain there as it was warm and fortified, with lots of silver goodies that would make life interesting for whichever sort of rat-canthrope tried to stick their twitchy little whiskers inside, until the silversmith's job was completed and decide what to do from there. But it seemed that circumstances and her companions were not going along with this plan. 

	The debate lingered in her mind just for a short time after Marita expertly clubbed the guard near to death and immediately mumbled a divine supplication. It solved their problem but looked absolutely brutal. This brought a tiny chuckle from the Bard. Efficient, certainly. Not the nicest thing ever, but its effectiveness could not be denied. For a half-second, Victoria thought that the spell cast was related to Necromancy, thusly piquing her own interests, as it looked to halt the ebbing of the man's soul. It took a moment, but her experience with clerics of differing faiths in her studies revealed to her the nature of Marita's magic. It was true Necromancy, if one of the smallest motes of it like her ability to manifest unlife in baser creatures for a time. Dare she say it, Victoria might have actually been jealous. She did not think that she had the ability to do something like that. [i]Yet.[/i] It seemed her preferred school of magic was also utilized by the straightlaced Cleric. That brought a smile to her face. 

	The further nail in the coffin of her staying came with the fact that everyone else was very dead-set on leaving immediately. Victoria might have argued that Jacques was confident he could rub social ointment on the worry out front, and so long as she could speak, she was likewise confident in her ability to help with this. In the end it mostly came down to two factors: First, a split party getting ambushed by Cavendish and the others might go badly. It might go badly with a full party, but every body counted now and they did not have the home advantage. There were only two silver weapons in the party's arsenal and if she stayed behind, that was only one. Magic was a finite resource when channeled though the bodies and minds of mortals. They might need her. Second, she had told Robert that she would assist in bringing the package back. Being strictly to her word was not always her forte, but that guy was alright. Gruff, perhaps, but alright. [color=9932cc]"Fine, let us go. But we shall be back before the setting of the sun, Monsieur Mallard. We still have a bargain in the works."[/color] And a lucrative one for them, at that. 

	Victoria grabbed up her hat and twirled her purple-lined, charcoal colored cloak about her shoulders. Her violin case soon followed. With an optimistic yet determined look about her face, she exited the back door, pausing to tip her hat to Baronfjord as he held it open. [color=9932cc]"Yes,"[/color] she said to her Dragonborn ally, [color=9932cc]"Perhaps it is time to leave this place."[/color] But not for good. The others needed their equipment, as much or more than she did. An Kosara? To Victoria's estimation, she needed to get as far away from this place and Jacques Mallard as possible. Victoria slipped right up to their party Warlock and spoke with all of camaraderie and cheerfulness she may while keeping a respectable level of cautious quiet, [color=9932cc]"Hey girl. Tense in there, huh? How about we shake it off, grab a glass of something memorable, and rest for a time?"[/color] Her voice became sarcstic, even playful as she summed up, [color=9932cc]"I just happen to know a place here in town."[/color] A quick wink and she also made for the alleyway leading south, mindful of the expanse they had to pass in view of the street.