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[h2][color=00aeef][i][b]Baronfjørd "Blackberry" Chedgusah[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=00aeef]Dragon Born, Monk (Astral self), Level 05[/color][/b][/i]
[color=00aeef][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 40 / 40    [color=00aeef][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 16  [color=00aeef][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Taproom
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[color=00aeef][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=00aeef][i][b]Ki:[/b][/i][/color] 2/5


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Blackberry was only somewhat reassured by Victorias words; as far as he was aware attuning to an object didn't take ones blood but who was he to argue with Victoria who had more experience than him with both magic and the more 'profane' arts. It was a question to possibly ask about later.

He absently thanked Kosara for bit of healing she granted which quickly soothed what had been a growing bruise of his face, and even unblocked his left nostril. Magic truly was a fantastic thing, but the second thing may have just been a coincidence.

BlackBerry could sense some unease from Young Lizbeth that much was obvious and given nearly every day had brought more and worry onto the poor girl, he didn't blame her for wanting to avoid using her magic for now.

[color=00aeef]"Just as well really.  Let yourself focus on the basics before throwing something such as magic into your combat training."[/color] He nodded with approval at Lizbeths decision. His eyes still flicked towards The Well. BlackBerry then pinched his chin and put on a bit of a show tilting left and right a bit before stating, [color=00aeef]"I am glad to say you do not look any worse for it however; no changes in height, sprouting flowers or even a change of hue. I daresay you have gotten away far less scathed than the rest of us."[/color]

Kosaras exclamation just then made him jump.

[color=00aeef]"I am glad to report that I for one have not any."[/color] This wasn't entirely true as he tried to turn his mind back to the party the other night, he was fairly sure he had had a sample of it mixed with the wine. He would have to think on it after his ears stopped ringing. [color=00aeef]"But Kosara I do worry it is not just the Brandy we should be concerned about. If it is truly something of the land than unfortunately that may extend to everything else grown here. But you are right, that must be our next action. Afterwards..."[/color]

It was not a comforting thought. How in the hells were they supposed to explain this to Madame L'Rose. He doubted 'Cursed Brandy Wine' would be good for business. There was still the issue of the demands from The Prince. If Monsieur Arnaud had offered things like grapes, food, and horses before..then perhaps that is what The Prince was after again?

[color=00aeef]"Perhaps it is as simple as wanting something of worth or exotic origin? I once knew a fellow who had owned this fruit called a 'Duran'. 'Dorian'? 'Durian'?"[/color] BlackBerry tried the word a few more times of varying pronunciation before giving up. [color=00aeef]"Regardless, it was something from overseas and you could smell it from several corridors away. He seemed very proud of it though even after we threw him out the door."[/color]

BlackBerry was pacing the room now in thought. Tapping his chin, tilting his head one way then the other while he chewed his cheek and on a worrying thought. He paused only to give a surprised, and a little sad [color=00aeef]"Oh, Farewell Daxos. Do take care."[/color] He dearly hoped the man would keep his mouth shut about what they had all found in the cellar, not that that seemed to be a chief concern right now with the spoils spread out on the table. Even as Victoria completed her identification he continued to walk back and forth, back and forth, and tap, tap, tapping his chin.

'Terms for promised compensation for the initial agreement with Master Arnaud extend beyond death and have not been met.' He remembered the words from the letter and without any clue as to how to reply.

[color=00aeef]"But this would suggest Monsieur L'Rose had already fulfilled his obligation? Or at least he thought he had? Oh dear, it would seem a question still remains unanswered and we could be much shorter on time than first thought. Young Lizbeth, may I see that letter you were reading just then please? perhaps there is another clue to this puzzle within."[/color]