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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] Coach House
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Casting [i]Prestidigitation[/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black][i][b]Morty[/b][/i][/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	[color=9932cc]"Dessert breads,"[/color] mused Victoria. [color=9932cc]"I do appreciate the nuance of the trade tongue of the continent; in this case the single letter of difference between 'dessert' and 'desert'. As a child, I confused the spelling of the two constantly until one of my tutors said, 'Desert has one S. Dessert has two, because it makes you fat in the middle.' It was silly - of course it was silly - but I never misspelled it again."[/color] Victoria took but one of the sweet, flat confections and placed it carefully in front of her with a bit of fruit. [color=9932cc]"This looks positively celestial, Kosara. Thank you. Only the one, though. Even with Elvish influence in my parentage, I fear I must take steps to maintain my girlish figure. This is lovely, without a doubt."[/color] With her fork carefully taking small parts of the foreign crepe and occasionally supplementing with preserved fruit, the purple and black clad Bard finished her morsel of dessert with apparent satisfaction. 

	Victoria left the identified Amulet and Wand upon the table and left the room, intent on washing and putting away her own dishes. Oddly, she left her personal teacup at her place at the table as well, as if she might have further purpose for it. This might give others opportunity to peruse and decide among themselves without her presence, which might have been for the best. What was surprising was that, among the talk of what they might do with the items, Lizbeth's voice joined the others. Hopefully, this meant that she was finally done with whatever she was doing in the rooms and on the stairs. Victoria could have sworn that there was something a little off about her, but quick inspection as she came back downstairs had revealed nothing. Add to this a more bubbly personality now that she had come back in, and it convinced the Bard that, aside from the hints which had been revealed about Lizbeth over the recent breadth of time, things were okay with her now. Relatively speaking, of course. When she returned to the Taproom, Victoria repeated for Lizbeth what she had learned about the items, adding, [color=9932cc]"Why, thank you. I appreciate that you have no problems with us utilizing the magic items, and I think, after some back-and-forth, that I might retain the wand for now."[/color] Given that her role had become something nearer to the Party Magic Lady than Utility and Support, it made sense for her to be able to detect the presence of magic - a spell which was not already in her repertoire of encantations and Bardic abilities. 

	When Lizbeth announced her plans to bunk with Kathryn, followed immediately by a quick thanks for the use of her book, Victoria gave an acknowledging, [color=9932cc]"It's no problem, of course. But do be careful, and get some rest, Miss L'Rose."[/color] A quick wave and Victoria herself prepared to return upstairs. It was getting late and the day had already been long. She had to at least try to make it into town the next day to train with her mentor, who explicitly stated that an undead uprising was not going to be a valid excuse to miss said training. Perhaps more light may even be shed upon the mysteries of the Vineyard for her efforts. 

	But first, a nightcap. Provided that she could make her sleeping accommodations as safe as possible, it was probably best to get as much sleep as she might. Her teacup found its way into her hand, then underneath the spigot attached to the barrel of brandy. A quick dram or two of the mature, sweet liquor was enough to warm her insides and hopefully hasten along decent rest. Past this, Victoria gathered up the Amulet in her hands and returned to the outside, closing the door behind her swiftly, as to prevent much heat from escaping the Taproom. She clutched her black and gold pashmina about her and ascended the stairs, now much clearer for Lizbeth's efforts (but still accumulating a bit of snow here and there from the relentless onslaught from above). Upon reaching the top floor, Victoria paused at Kathryn's room and knocked, eventually offering over the Amulet of the Drunkard with a practical, [color=9932cc]"This will probably be most useful with the lady who accepts punishment so that others will not have to. And coincidentally, does not have healing magic of her own."[/color] Victoria gave a warm smile and added, [color=9932cc]"Good night, Kathryn."[/color]

	Down the hall and in her own room which she shared with Kosara and was, upon basic inspection, missing a mattress, Victoria finally settled in. She discarded her finer clothing to and used a series of [i]Prestidigitation[/i] spells to launder them, which left her a little colder than she might have liked as she was clad in a modestly cut black silk chemise. She moved closer to the fire, whispering a quick thanks to Lizbeth for her efforts, and repeated the spellcasting upon the clothing she wore. This was not only for cleanliness, but to warm the attire so that she would have a pleasant transition to rest. [color=9932cc]"I really ought to invest in a pair of slippers,"[/color] she mused aloud. The floor was a bit cold. Luckily, thanks to the attentions of their younger hostess, her bed was actually rather toasty. 

	Before she settled in fully, Victoria gave a quick mental command to her burlap wrapped porcine thrall, who in turn took to a quiet corner and stood in wait. It was time to try and get some rest.