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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] En Route to Silversmith's  
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[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 didn't notice that she was alone outside at first. There was Morty, but with the exception of actions taken by predetermined command in response to specific situations, all he was going to do was follow along dutifully. Not exactly what one called [i]company[/i]. So those determined steps walking from the Public House to Mr. Mallard's place slowed somewhat, a quick glance payed in the direction from where she had just traveled confirmed that indeed, she was the only one out there at first. It was a little eerie, being the only one in sight during what was supposed to be one of the big regional festivals, made moreso by the absence of the others in her party. Luckily she didn't have to pause her forward momentum for very long as the familiar forms of Kosara and Kathryn appeared in the doorway; the former before the latter. 

	The brief overview of the plan as of yet from Kathryn gave Victoria a momentary point of indecision. [color=9932cc]"That [i]is[/i] the plan. I have my misgivings, but when it comes down to hard reality, we can only protect a small number of people. A few is better than none."[/color] A shrug and a smile both issued from the purpley Bard; a piece of forced nonchalance while walking headlong into a situation that practically begged for something unfortunate to happen. As it was, even if they were able to pack their established (hopefully) safe area full of townsfolk and even moreso, if they were able to keep them all free of harm, there would still be a disaster to deal with on the outside. Safety, neither theirs nor the people around them, was guaranteed. Nor likely. Bad things were going to begin very shortly. 

	Kosara's suggestion of providing some magical light now that night was coming sounded helpful. To Victoria, it sounded just as helpful to whomever might be after them as well as themselves. [color=9932cc]"It sounds like an excellent way to stand out. Though, Lady Kathryn might have a harder time of it when night does fall."[/color] Of course, Victoria mentioned Kathryn because she was right there with them, but it got her thinking about Marita. She was also a Human. And the Dragonborn - could they perceive things in fog and darkness? Was she being a little self-centered in automatically assuming that the offered light would be a hindrance more than benefit? 

	Victoria gathered her wits about her and mentally reined Morty back to a heel. She casually lay a hand atop the hilt of her sword and drew it from its sheath, giving a note of admiration to the work of the reclusive silversmith. They were out there for a reason, and it was best it have it done rather than stand about talking on the matter. [color=9932cc]"Whatever you wish to to. Let us just do it with haste."[/color] Now that there was more than just her out in the fog, Victoria felt a little bolstered - enough so that she returned to her original action of moving in as direct a path as possible to the silversmith's shop.