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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 (Outside Winery)
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Skill Checks (Perception, Medicine)
[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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	When Victoria joined Annick in the cold outside, pulling her fine garb about her a little closer as something of an afterthought. Already she focused her senses back into the perspective of her Raven, trying once again to gather detail on the shape approaching even if it left her more vulnerable back in her own body. When the figure revealed itself nearer to a lamp as their missing comrade, Baronfjord, the Bard allowed herself a sigh of relief. She relaxed the grip on her dagger, an action that she wasn't fully aware she had done until just that moment. 

	By this time, Kosara had arrived and provided her own magical illumination which contrasted sharply with Victoria's senses, having just occupied them behind a metaphorical feathered mask. It took a moment for her eyes to adjust, revealing a now closer blue Dragonborn and his obvious wounds. The change in light also prevented her from appreciating the actions taken be the newest outside arrival, Lizbeth. Her head turned slightly to see that the girl had liberated a weapon that was a little more lethal than her whip from her grandfather's study. In that moment, Victoria was curious as to what else might be in there - but there were more pressing matters. 

	 [color=9932cc]"You're injured,"[/color] she said, voicing the obvious. [color=9932cc]"Madame Floquet, might you?"[/color] 

	Her question might have gone longer, but for the brisk intonation from the Medician, [color=darkgray][b]"Your group. Your task. You know how to do this."[/b][/color] She nudged the kit in front of her with her foot, causing it to slide in Victoria's direction. [color=darkgray][b]"I'll let you know when you start to screw up."[/b][/color] 

	Victoria eyed the older lady with mild annoyance, but knelt to pick up the kit. [color=9932cc]"Come on, BB. Let's get you down in the gazebo and take care of that."[/color] Whether or not they used magic to seal the damage, the atypical Necromancer thought it best to remove the glass and assess the damage for other threats beforehand. The process was actually incredibly fast, considering Victoria's only quite recent apprenticeship, but the older Medician had imparted a great deal of wisdom upon her, and she already had more than adequately dexterous hands. At first, she might have thought that him being a Dragonborn might alter the steps that needed to be taken somehow, but wounds were wounds, apparently. Deft movements removed glass and debris, quick packs of clean, fallen snow helped to numb the area and constrict bleeding. Victoria began to smile despite the situation. The satisfying feeling of being useful for things one would not expect of her. The goal in training with Annick (who was watching with approval, giving the occasional nod or monosyllabic sound of approval as her pupil went along to help guide) was to become better versed with anatomy, the purpose being to make her a more effective practitioner of the Necromantic Arts. But this? This was genuinely a good feeling in helping her adventuring associate. [color=9932cc]"Alright, you look good. Everything has been cleared out and it doesn't look like you damaged an important artery. But this... I recognize a couple of those injuries. Whatever's out there is getting more aggressive."[/color]  

	As it was, Victoria had a ace up her sleeve as it came to healing. Just one simple incantation that could keep the worst of an injury down; certainly enough to stop Baronfjord from getting any worse. And her mundane healing skills she had been studying. [color=9932cc]"I have some healing magic, Baronfjord, if you would prefer it to stitching. Though I believe that Kosara has far superior magic for knitting wounds than I."[/color] 

	The arrival of Laurent, nor Baronfjord's words of concern for his safety moved Victoria much. Maybe it should have, as honestly, he had no overt way of knowing that there was something dangerous going on this night, but this didn't seem to register in her thoughts, and certainly not in her actions. Instead, she chose to ignore his presence unless he decided to become a threat. Lizbeth, on the other hand, looked like she was ready to go to war. Nervous maybe, but weapons ready and without hint of retreat. Like herself, Lizbeth was a student. Unlike herself, practicing her craft in the middle of her training could very well get her killed. [color=9932cc]"Lizbeth, respectfully? You should stick close to us for a while, else keep to the main house. Whatever is happening here - it has escalated."[/color]

	This was Annick's cue to gather herself together and make a solo exit. [color=darkgray][b]"Yeah. It has. I have a daughter to get back to. Keep the kit; you might need it. Oh, [i]Miss Belmont[/i]?"[/b][/color] She paused for a moment, making sure that she held her pupil's attention, [color=darkgray][b]"I will not accept an undead uprising as an excuse for your absence. Training continues as planned."[/b][/color] She turned and began to stalk off into the darkness. It was step for step at first, but soon the older woman began moving at a slight crouch, faster and more smoothly than a woman of her years might have comfortably, until she fully faded into the night.