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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 27 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Coach House (Downstairs)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Insight (16)
[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 2/5


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BlackBerry listened quietly to Victorias own explanation of the Necrotic arts but found, with a quiet [color=00aeef]"hm"[/color], her "Ethical Neutrality" raised a few questions which were quickly put to rest when he thought back on what he knew of Victoria. His attention was quickly grabbed by Lizbeth as the words, thoughts, and worries tumbled out of the poor girls mouth like a swollen river let loose suddenly upon an unsuspecting embankment.

His mind was trying hard to run several steps ahead of his next action, his next words. It was obvious these thoughts had been gnawing away at Lizbeth for some time. Something else stuck out at him; her focus on Undead, on Toombes, on Morty even! Her voice had danced frantically with dread, fear, or some horrible errant thought or realisation which had lodged inside the girls skull and now tormenting her. He worked to keep his own thoughts from wandering onto his face, to keep calm even in the wake of Lizbeths suddenly flinch with weapon in hand towards Kosara in the doorway.

[color=00aeef]"You are not a monster, Young Lizbeth."[/color] BlackBerry stated evenly. [color=00aeef]"Very far from it in fact for Monsters would not worry themselves to wonder about such things."[/color]

He got up and gently moved to take the sword out from Lizbeths hand. Should she allow it, he would then simply place it on the table nearest so that it would still be in Lizbeths reach should she really need it. But to him the poor girl seemed in no fit state to have any weaponry. BlackBerry moved towards the window and attempted to look out of it only to see the shutters securely keeping out the wind and snow, and any sign of Lady Kathryn causing a knot of worry in his stomach. His fingers began again to tap,tap tap against his thumb. He pushed the worry to the side to instead focus on the more pressing situation.

[color=00aeef]"I do think it best we let Victoria and Kosara attend to Toombes. Meanwhile we can prepare for Lady Kathryns return where I no doubt believe she will want something warm to drink. Do you require the coinage Victoria? I should have ample amount upstairs should you need it, feel free to help yourself."[/color] He asked their resident Necromancer as he left the window and headed back to the fire.

When BlackBerry then turned back to look down at Lizbeth, he found himself for a fraction of a second suddenly home staring down at a similar young girl asking through angry tears, "What's wrong with me? Why am I like this?". BlackBerry blinked and shook the memory away.

When BlackBerry had reclaimed his seat again at the fire, his thoughts finally scrambling into order, that he smiled kindly at Lizbeth and again motioned for her to sit. In Abyssal, he said, [color=00aeef]"Did you know us Dragonborns shed our skin as we grow? Neither myself nor the Matrons at home knew this until a set of Adventurers happened to visit. They found the many potions, ointments, and spells we had tried to stop me peeling off my face to be very funny though I was not laughing at the time. All my worries, all my fears had turned out to be nothing more than some harmless thing after all"[/color] BlackBerry chuckled quietly hoping to lighten the mood even if just a little, but also hoped the story in the strange language the pair shared would reassure her in some way. There had been some other worry hiding beneath Lizbeths words but he wasn't quite sure at the moment the right way to coax it out, or even if no was even the right time.

He switched then back into the Common Tongue. [color=00aeef]"I wager it is quiet odd to hear such tales often of dangers and Evil Necromancers, and then to meet Victoria and our most....uh...agreeable swine Morty here."[/color] BlackBerry would have been lying through his teeth to say he didn't still find Morty unnerving. Moving past the issue he then leaned forward as if to impart a great secret to Lizbeth he said in a stage whisper. [color=00aeef]"Between you and I, Victoria does herself a great disservice speaking of 'Ethical Neutrality' for there is more kindness behind her actions than she would give herself credit."[/color] Reclining back into the chair and cross his arm in the vain hope he the fire would dry him, he then asked. [color=00aeef]"So knowing such, Lizbeth may I ask why do you think you might be a monster? Has this someone said something to you?"[/color] He tried to hide his own worry, the Other Necromancer talk had for a moment worried him before he remembered current events, and to not sound as if her was trying to accuse Lizbeth of anything. 

So many questions, so many worries, rattled in his skull. And in all this time he hadn't yet even had a chance to ask the others about their plans to get into the 'Rose Study. What Agreement had been made, What the cost had been, and how Lizbeth was tied in to it, all those questions and more, BlackBerry was certain, lay within the Study. But lurking at the edge of his mind had been the other warning Lizbeth had heard from Toombes of the reminder to them all, and he wondered if perhaps that cursed Voice had come back for its answer. BlackBerry desperately needed to talk to the others.