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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] 28 / 33	[color=9932cc][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16	[color=9932cc][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] [i][b]Stunned[/b][/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] E6
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black][s][b]Morty[/b][/s][/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	Victoria was doing something, right? Of course she was in the middle of doing something. Victoria knew that she held her violin in one hand, so it stood to reason that her bow was in the other. She tried to focus. No, this was a dangerous situation - she had been playing her music to channel magic, and she knew exactly why. People were in trouble around her. She could [i]see[/i] the trouble mid-happening, and she knew exactly what she needed to do. But something put a damper over her capacity to reason or act. Victoria was upright, but that hardly meant a thing. She was adrift in a sea of translucent mental fog, robbing her of opportunity. Maybe, if she was incapable of doing something herself, the tiny piece of herself which animated her undead companion likely might be able to do something for her. 

	Blank. Nothing. Nevermind then, either she was unable to have her Morty act through her condition, or the creature was likewise affected by this condition as well. Even if it could, Morty was acting as bodyguard to Lizbeth right now. Protecting the child was more important.

	Okay, her Familiar, then. Maybe she could, at the very least, get her Raven in there to assist. Victoria couldn't move, couldn't speak enough to sing or spellcast, and had only the coordination to remain on her feet. But the Raven was capable of acting for itself, and telepathic communication was still possible. Or at least she thought. The Bard could tell that her Familiar was still in the Taproom, and issued the mental command, [color=9932cc]"...Help... ...distract. Cellar."[/color] 

	From above, within the main room of the Coach House, the quite still, unassuming form of a mostly unnoticed Raven perched upon an unused light fixture gave a sudden, barking, [color=black][i][b]"CAW, CAW!"[/b][/i][/color] before it took to wing, moving past the Mosswaters (who were apparently unaware of the presence of the avian companion) and in the direction of the open cellar door. 

[@Shoe Thief] Kathryn is up.