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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] Skill Check - [i]Arcana[/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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	This adventure appeared to Victoria to be sliding into the territory of "sleepover," which didn't necessarily bother her. What was adventuring but living a life of perpetual sleepovers dotted by liberal helping of alcohol and violence? Yes, goals were met. Maybe even a better world was forged, at least in part. The grand scheme of things seemed to make these societal ups and downs balance out on a long enough timeline, which fit Victoria's personal philosophy on things. Be it the cause or the effect, such things were cyclic, to her general belief. But the constant within the little nudges between law and chaos, good and evil, all tended to revolve around those three concepts: Alcohol, violence, ...and sleepovers. 

	[color=9932cc]"It's for the best, Monsieur Mosswater, I'm almost certain."[/color] Victoria extended a warm, knowledgeable look as she supported Kathryn's idea. [color=9932cc]"I could be incorrect, but it's possible that we're the scariest thing above ground here. And you're safe from us."[/color] She smiled. It wasn't a great joke, but it might have served to fracture some of the proverbial ice. Tarace seemed to be the worrisome type, at least moreso than Barbal. [color=9932cc]"In any case, we certainly have the room for it."[/color] The thought of the gravely Halfling taking to some form of night terror and waking in the night, unable initially to process what he was seeing and voicing his fear abruptly and very likely loudly, thus giving Tarace intense secondhand trauma was not exactly the best possible result of what might happen, but it was within the realm of possibility. Victoria was not looking forward to dealing with it. Although, considering the time of day and recent attack, it was objectively the better potential outcome. Sleepover it is. 

	The call to pour through more books from the handwritten library shelf below sounded a lot like the kind of task that was expected of her, now that her role was being more solidified as the educated, more bookish one of the party. That it was taken up by Baronfjord and Kathryn took her for a surprise. [color=9932cc]"Oh, well... let me know if you need any help with that, okay?"[/color] She didn't move to help collect the writings from downstairs. It wasn't something so delicate as to require three sets of hands. She did, however, flip to a couple of specific pages in her Ritual book which dealt with understanding languages foreign to her comprehension, just in case. 

	As Kosara gave serious thought to nodding off, briefly, Victoria wondered if a good nap might be in order for herself, as well. In the end, the decided against it. But it was awfully tempting. Victoria used the moment to mull over the Tiefling lady's words about the older generation of people in and around Southmoor. Darker of complexion with sharp eyes. She looked to the dagger that she had claimed from the "diplomatic envoy" they had been accosted by before. Same wavy pattern on the blade as Lizbeth's sword, single edged like it, too. But of slighter curve, with a thickened spine for impaling. She knew what type of knife it was, too. Like the word used by the locals in Barbal's story, it was called a Kard. 

	Victoria's face went blank. Cultural diffusion was a valid explanation and happened all the time; Victoria herself was proof of this with her mixed Human and Elven heritage. Even so, this was not the kind of coincidence that she liked. But moreso then this, the sudden addition to the conversation from Urmdrus stopped her thinking in and of itself. Music. Strings, to the south. [color=9932cc]"I, too, have heard music in the dark."[/color] [color=9932cc]"I thought nothing of it. I even played a little with it, myself. That seems quite unsettling."[/color]