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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] Skill Check (Stealth)
[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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	The scant amount of time prior to exiting the Study gave enough wiggle room to hastily give explanation as to her assertion that Baronfjord was, indeed, in trouble. While gathering what she needed to for the purposed of readily exiting the area in as least obtrusive a manner as possible, she reverted to her usual manner of speaking when engaging in professional activities; that is to say, when acting within her nature as a Bard. She was colorful, engaging, and informative while keeping to business. [color=9932cc]"Jons, I am relieved that you're showing concern for your ..hmm... would you call him a pupil? Well, Baronfjord. But as I mentioned, I do not know what kind of trouble he's in. I'll be more transparent, if it helps: I have a Familiar - like a Wizard's pet - and an animated Thrall. They're just as adorable as they can be, and more importantly, they are incredibly useful for a great many things. Just this evening, my Raven has been scouting the area, when our friend left to find Monsieur Toombes. If it is close enough, we can communicate. It wasn't close enough to let me see exactly what the trouble is, but I am getting the mental image of the raven staring down the main road. If all goes well, my Morty will be joining me in that area, with ...with the things I use in the event of [i]emergencies[/i]. You understand?"[/color]

	Having packed the things she collected from the ritual area up and tucked them into the back of her belt, Victoria took the occasion to traipse out as boldly as she might. She found Annick already at the door leading into the Winery's Storage area. It was cracked open slightly and the older lady had a curious expression on her face. She shrugged, apparently using whatever she witnessed firsthand as distraction enough to slip out with surprising agility and grace. Ghostlike, the Medician glided across the floor with swift, soft footfalls. It was like she was never there. 

	Victoria glanced back to the Study door. [color=9932cc]"I can't lock it without a key. Maybe pull it closed and hope nobody checks?"[/color] Whichever way this went, she needed to move immediately, while they still had the opportunity presented to them by the gods-awful singing and, now that she was near the exit door, the fully unexpected disruption of Kathryn (maybe forcibly) dancing that Laurent. She could see why Annick paused before exiting. It was equal parts horrifying, funny, and transfixing. But she cleared her head enough to take the plunge and cross the open area, following her mentor's path. 

	It was rare that Victoria took to actions which [i]lessened[/i] attention to herself, but she performed the task like a seasoned professional. Step by step, fluidly placed in succession with minimal physical profile, soft clothing giving nary a rustle as she crossed the distance in the open and to places outside of the line of sight. Even then, she slipped with curiously nuanced ability behind rows of barrels and bottles, ever moving for the exit. Victoria hoped that Lizbeth, Kosara, and Jon were able to make it undetected as well, but from the second that they were in open spaces, there wasn't a thing she could do even if she wanted to. 

	Victoria joined Annick in the cold air of the Avonshire night. Her Raven fluttered down to her, making small, urgent noises as it perched on her arm. As if speaking to a colleague, the Bard spoke to her Familiar, [color=9932cc]"Truly? Do show me."[/color] The great, black bird took off once again, flying in the direction of the main thoroughfare. [color=9932cc]"We're close enough now that I can use its senses. Nothing like a bird's eye view, but I can only see where the lights are very well."[/color] Almost ominously, she added, [color=9932cc]"Something is moving up the road."[/color] She could tell that it wasn't Morty, like she hoped it might be. For defense, spellwork and a really nice dagger notwithstanding, she really would have felt better with her sword, [i]and[/i] her porcine bodyguard.