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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 (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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	The next moments, from Victoria's point of view, were either momentous occasions or a whole lot of nothing. It was a coin toss and would be highly dependent upon her mood when reviewing this in hindsight. Most especially when taking stock of the antics between their Good Ladye Knight and the interesting bit of chaos that was their Warlock. So much as she wished to take this with the utmost of seriousness and respect, the illusion of those concepts were shattered in monumental ways when Kathryn and Kosara made their grand re-entrance to the cellar. Ever the stalwart professional (at least when it served her purposes), Victoria tried very hard not to facepalm. It wasn't so much that there were people outside of the party, and by extension not fully aware of their nigh-epic shenaniganry, present - it was more that Lizbeth really needed this event, whatever it might be, to finish positively. And yes, Daxos was new blood here and he had zero context to exactly how "non-standard" these people could be. 

	Maybe it was for the best. Lizbeth could possibly use an element of comic relief. So Victoria remained quiet, ready to change the topic [i]just as soon as sapiently possible[/i] with whatever came to her attention. Looking at the issue of the door beyond the door, she remarked, [color=9932cc]"If desperation strikes, I might sing a [i]Shatter[/i] incantation upon the door. It is indiscriminate, however, and I would rather reserve my spellwork if we have mundane means of breaching this door."[/color] All the same, her free hand slipped behind her to grasp the violin she brought, a useful item with which a Bard may channel arcane energy. Just in case. 

	It looked like that wouldn't be necessary, however, with the arrival of their guest, Daxos. He bought out a set of tool which were marginally familiar to Victoria, giving her fond memories of her childhood, watching her father ply elements of his pre-mercantile trade as need called for it. Though raised in money, the Belmonts were what one might call, "New Money," and she the scion of an adventuring couple who would rather keep a lot of their specific history relegated to the past. Even though he did not come to immediate success, the Bard could recognize that it wasn't out of any sort of incompetence. The Dwarf knew what he was doing. This made a well-groomed, red-auburn eyebrow arch. [color=9932cc]"Duergar? We know a Duergar, do we not?"[/color] Urmdrus. Master Craftsdwarf Urmdrus. It raised more questions. They had too many questions as it was. 

	Then Baronfjord raised an interesting point, and Victoria could not help but let a slight laugh escape. The last burst of Wild Magic altered them in interesting ways. Victoria got a slight height boost, as did Kathryn. Baronford became a slightly different shade of blue, and Kosara, well... her hair now grew flowers. It was actually rather pretty, being objective. But Victoria did look the place over and came to a conclusion, which she might as well put her voice to. [color=9932cc]"That was a place untouched for decades. Half a century, maybe more. There was a buildup of energy over time, like dragging your feet on a rug and touching a doorknob. This room was at least used since Lizbeth was born. We might be fine."[/color] 

	She regarded what she [i]did[/i] know ans what she [i]assumed[/i], adding, [color=9932cc]"I cannot commit to it; this situation is fully outside of my personal experience."[/color] In any case, if Lizbeth was still sticking around and hanging toward the back of the group, they were as safe as she would allow them to make her. [color=9932cc]"Our girl seems anxious to proceed."[/color]