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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)
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Ritual Magic - [i]Identify[/i]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black][b]Morty[/b][/color], [color=dimgray][b]Familiar[/b][/color]
[color=9932cc][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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	[color=9932cc]"Yes,"[/color] remarked Victoria. She was addressing a question posed by Kathryn, though she didn't look up from her work. [color=9932cc]"You [i]can[/i] reanimate bones that were already put down. Usually someone has to be present to do it."[/color] She thought for a moment, considered adding a caveat, but thought better of it. With a quick, noncommittal head tilt, the Bard returned to her work. She did pause to take a delicate bite from one of the tiny pickle sandwiches, expressed her approval non-verbally, and continued her short conversation with her much more physically imposing colleague. [color=9932cc]"I wouldn't dream of giving close fighting advice, Kathryn."[/color] Her smile was practically infectious, giving one the impression of a hint of self-depreciation. [color=9932cc]"My rapier is mostly for show."[/color]

	Kosara's gift of minor healing was a blessing, in an almost literal sense. Celestial ties were useful things, after all. While she had not forgotten about her own injuries, Victoria's priorities had shifted now that there were scholarly, magical things afoot. Her own sense of avarice mixed with habitual curiosity, which propelled her toward finding out information about their most recent spoils of battle. Nevertheless, personal motivations and/or flaws of character aside, there was no reason not to express gratitude. To do otherwise would be frighteningly impolite. [color=9932cc]"Thank you so much, Kosara. That was the first time I suffered a combat injury from a sandal. I must record this incident for posterity."[/color] Joking to the side, she did earnestly express a quiet, [color=9932cc]"Thank you."[/color]

	The quiet note of study and ritual setup gave way to another partial conversation, as Lizbeth's own curiosity had her reading what was left for her in the scroll case; the same one which contained a long shard of apparently sharp obsidian. The note that was left struck her as odd as well. [color=9932cc]"That is a question, isn't it? Why would someone who cannot appreciate them, need wine and grapes? Or horses?"[/color] She didn't really want to get into possibilities of the horses being used for sustenance in one horrifying form or another in front of Lizbeth, and dropped it. It seemed that the universe tended to agree that more pressing things were in order, as the minute injury done to her began to fill the crystal pendant from across a foot or so of open air. That was unusual. Victoria kept her voice level, if concerned, as she answered the young girl's proposal. [color=9932cc]"Agreed."[/color] She held out her hand and took up the strange piece of jewelry. 

	Victoria had her suspicions, but reserved opening her mouth about it until the Rituals of Identification could take over for her guesswork. And so, true to her word, the Bard shortly reported, [color=9932cc]"Your grandfather called this 'The Well' in his writing, which makes sense. This is called a 'Bloodwell Vial,' which aligns with people whose magic is tied to their bloodline. Or their happenstance. And Lizbeth, you have just attuned to it. This isn't anything to worry about; in fact, it is a great gift. But so long as you're studying with me, please refrain from using it. We need to establish your baseline ability and push you to master yourself first. Okay?"[/color] But for just now, there were other things to look over. Not the least of which were the remaining items from the cache. 

	Switching to a broader, overall address to whomever was listening during this very interesting Teatime, Victoria spoke, [color=9932cc]"I intend to go through the remaining items as quickly as I can and still be accurate. Please make sure we didn't miss anything."[/color] Her eyes then fell upon the small box recovered from the secret hollow in the wall. She opened it slowly, carefully, before exclaiming quietly, [color=9932cc]"My, those are pretty."[/color]