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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 (Taproom -> Cellar)
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=dimgray][i][b]Familiar[/b][/i][/color] stuff, [color=black][b]Morty[/b][/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	[color=9932cc]"Very well,"[/color] replied Victoria evenly. It seemed that emotional turmoil had hardened little Lizbeth over the past couple of days, with the bulk of this happening just this morning. [color=9932cc]"When I am not learning from Medician Floquet or helping the others deal with Farid, I am mentoring [i]you[/i] in Arcana. Find me when you are done with Kathryn in the mornings."[/color] Victoria hastily added, [color=9932cc]"Days I am not in town, naturally."[/color] Hopefully that would be the end of the conversation overall, at least for now. Lizbeth had become quite a curious girl in the time since they had met. Certainly more interesting. It was a diverting thought to imagine she and Lizbeth, was well as the rest of their fledgling adventuring party set up in an actual, bustling Inn in a large city, all looking like they did just then. It was an irregular assortment of people who were very different from the even more inexperienced bunch of "professional adventurers" she was attached to before her quiet exit from their ranks. This new bunch was much more colorful. Maybe a little foolish, but Victoria couldn't say much without being hypocritical, considering certain details of her own history. But should Lizbeth even be counted among this group? She was too young, very inexperienced, and didn't even have a good hold on who and what she was yet. These things would be difficult for any young girl, just coming of age. But Lizbeth had a few more complications than merely being on the cusp of womanhood.   

	Her mind returning back to the present, they had more pressing issues at hand. Now there was another set of eyes in their midst; eyes belonging to one which Victoria had not formed a clear opinion of, and therefore did not know if trust was well placed upon. She gave a look in Daxos's direction and gave a friendly enough expression, then briefly hid her light smile behind a sip of tea. As an afterthought, Victoria turned to Kosara to give mention that she more or less approved of her explanation of the Cantrip vs. Spell issue. She might have even offered a point of note to make it simpler for what amounted to a lay person to understand. 

	These thoughts were cut short by the announcement that Kathryn, having absconded back to the cellar upon a sudden flight of fancy (insomuch as Kat was capable of flying and/or fancy things) only to announce that she may have had a breakthrough. Preferably, for Lizbeth's sake, without actually breaking through anything down there. Victoria rose, buckling on her swordbelt and snuffing the candles nearest her books, then confidently walked across the room to descend the stairs, herself. A quick mental command found her personal Thrall, the burlap-wrapped, preserved, tusked boar which mortals referred to as "Morty," ceasing its statue-still vigil by the wall and clambering forward to follow at its mistress's heels. 

        Within the cellar, Victoria stepped to the side of the stairs. From her vantage, the Bard could just see beyond the new opening in the wall. Close enough to support, far enough back to let the more constitute persons act as a bulwark. To assist in this endeavor, Morty took position just in front, and to the side, of Victoria. Her Familiar was not present but could be called upon at a moment's notice, if they were suddenly in need of a Raven. For raveny issues, of course.