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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] 10 / 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] Township Square 
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[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black].[/color]
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        Victoria was just fine with the idea of heading back to someplace with walls and good lighting, for the obvious protection and ease with which she may study her new prize. The fire was beyond her ability to affect, and while she might have some core skill to track over land, it was highly unlikely that she could be of much help with locating the wererat guards who seemed to have eluded them. Even if she had her Morty ready and animated, it fell beyond its senses and cognitive function to play the role of bloodhound. Basic animations were a [i]multi[/i]tool, not an [i]omni[/i]tool. 

        Furthermore, popping into the Municipal Building at night in her condition seemed like a huge risk, considering that the group was fresh out of a pitched battle and were not at their best, by far. Maybe everyone had fled. Or, as a tiny part of her mind suggested, there could be survivors among the missing inside. Or treasure! Both were respectable arguments. However, a personal factor came into play when Marita mentioned Cecily. They had people that they came here to help, specifically. Little Lizbeth, back at the Bed & Breakfast, was promised her aunt back. Victoria saw Cecily head down the western thoroughfare, supporting another townsperson with a small entourage and that strange fisherman bringing up their rear. She could travel in that direction to meet with the survivors and tell them the good news. Then reunite the L'Roses. 

        [color=9932cc]"Very well, then,"[/color] piped Victoria, very near to cheerfully. She carefully replaced the book she was just perusing back into the haute knapsack and secured it closed, after which she slung it over her shoulders. It was with a little too much enthusiasm, as the jostle reminded her of her injuries with sharp notes. All the same, it didn't blunt her apparent optimism as she adjusted the straps to better suit her frame and readied herself to move. Her sword found its sheath, her violin its case, and that case slung low about her side. It was a shame that her very jaunty, bardy hat was not present; she would have liked to flourish it upon her perfectly coiffed, red-auburn locks (even post battle it shone with a healthy, silky bounce), but one must endure these little obstacles to live the life of an Adventurer. 

        Upon recovering her fine, charcoal cloak, Victoria sauntered to Marita with a smile. [color=9932cc]"My, but you look underdressed for the occasion."[/color] She offered over her garment, keeping a welcoming look about her visage and studying the Cleric with her sylvan, crystal-blue eyes. [color=9932cc]"Please do borrow my cloak. I would bet that it highlights your naturally flaxen hair admirably. Oh! And I might have something in my trunk that would fit you, if you haven't an appropriate spare set of clothes. Do you like purple?"[/color] Her smile flashed into a grin for just a second, equally warm as it was mischievous. 

        [color=9932cc]"I agree with Marita,"[/color] announced Victoria, as if she had been asked to weigh in on an issue at a Town Hall meeting. [color=9932cc]"We came to rescue Cecily. I say we complete that first, but..."[/color] Her face gave a look of consideration, [color=9932cc]"We will eventually have to take a peek inside the Municipals. It seems the right thing to do."[/color] She nodded, adding her two coppers to the discussion. The Municipal Building would still be there later. Preferably, to her thinking, with the morning light.