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[h2][color=darkorchid][i][b]Victoria Belmont[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=9932cc]Half-Elf, Bard, Level 5[/color][/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 33 / 33	[color=9932cc][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Rose River Vineyard (Tasting Room)
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [i][color=dimgray]Familiar Stuff[/color][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	Victoria's head was starting to clear up, which was preferable to the slight fuzziness that threatened to blunt her decision making skills and her finer points of manual dexterity. She was a lady who enjoyed good wine, be it with more moderation than the stereotype of her adventuring profession. Call it ongoing negotiations between her proclivities and her ambitions. She took her studies and the furthering of her Arts seriously, be it magic, music, performance, or even a personally fulfilling session of dancing in fresh snowfall. Getting hammered wasn't generally on her "to do" list. Not in this scenario. Maybe later. After all, friends didn't let friends drink and violin. 

	Very briefly, Victoria wondered if she could offer a bit of brandy to her raven, and as a passable mimic, get it to sing backup for her. The silent thought was accompanied by a studious tilt of her head and faraway expression, lasting only as long as the fleeting thread of brainspark remained.

	Another curiosity for Victoria was the presence of her guest's personal belongings intentionally left on the table. It felt like it was an excuse for something, though what it might be was beyond her. Did she intend for Victoria to take it, or leave it where it lay? Prudence took over. That, and a touch of anxiety as to the confrontation that might happen were she incorrect of the intention here, and Annick did not want her things moved. So Victoria looked across the room to the older lady, now with Rens as a tour guide, as they readied to leave the room. Victoria herself opted to have Lizbeth guide her, most specifically to start with [i]this room.[/i] Part of her motivation was around keeping her from getting busted by her aunt, but the vast majority had to do with the mysterious door in the room - the one that was supposed to be the late Monsieur Arnaud L'Rose's personal study. 

	Lucky for her, Kosara had likewise chosen Lizbeth, and gave them both more cover by asking a wine-related question pertaining to the room itself. Good. Intentional or not, this was helpful. Victoria made a mental note to so something nice for Kosara later. Then as she thought of it, maybe also ask a favor, be it unrelated to their present circumstances. [color=9932cc]"Absolutely, what an interesting way to start a tour!"[/color] exclaimed Victoria in her best "I'm interested" voice. Truly, she was. It was a good question, and now that it was said aloud, the Bard founf that she genuinely wished to know, herself. Upon hearing an excellent answer, she replied, [color=9932cc]"By chance, might we get a sample of that? It sounds like a beautiful piece of history about a stellar vineyard."[/color]  

	The fact that Baronfjord had just volunteered to look for the missing Master of Harvest made Victoria's eyes narrow. It was a way to go. This is a plan that could work. But it was also dangerous. Still within the range of communication with her raven Familiar, Victoria issued a mental command for the spirit-made-flesh concerning the Dragonborn Monk to supersede its present standing orders. Very quickly, she came to understand why so many Wizards opted for Familiars. Useful. Very useful, in differing ways than her minor thrall (which took the form of a cured, smoked boar she called Morty). 

	Attention reorienting back to the business at hand, Ziegelrote wine to sample and possibly music to play after the tours were done. She was just fine with both, if everyone was still up for it when the moment came. [color=9932cc]"Yes, Madame L'Rose. Music would be a fine idea, though I must confess bias on the subject. Something lively, or something elegant? What do you feel would mark the occasion better?"[/color] 

	Medician Floquet - Annick to her friends (which is why it was obstinately [i]Medician Floquet[/i] here) - spoke to Rens in an effort to get their part of the tour going sooner rather than later. [color=darkgray][b]"I saw a darker cask near the front. Thought it was labeled 'something-something Red' that looked interesting. What do you know about that?"[/b][/color] The older veteran took a small step in the direction of the door leading back to the Winery, then looked back to see if the portly Master of Wine might follow.