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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)
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[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black][b]Morty[/b][/color], [color=dimgray][b]Familiar[/b][/color]
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	Discussions of villainy and cheese restriction, and even the faux pushback about calorie-dependent memory aside, this group did seem in high spirits. This was especially noteworthy considering that everyone seemed to be preparing for what might amount to an Undead Uprising. To be fair to the overall situation, this was not a rudderless flight of fancy. This was a possibility that was hinted at, and rather directly. Baronfjord's suggestion not to go anywhere alone was, objectively, the right call. But Victoria was a Bard, and a bit of a free spirit. Even if she agreed with him (and again, to be fair, she [i]did[/i]), she couldn't just let him know outright. Even when Kathryn mentioned something similar to back up the Dragonborn fellow's assertion, the most that Victoria offered was a dismissive wave, a nonchalant smile, and the assertion that, [color=9932cc]"Oh, it's fine. I don't plan to wander. Just far enough for my music to carry under an open sky."[/color] She gave a thought which shifted her smile from cordial to truly delighted, continuing, [color=9932cc]"I've been pursuing so many serious things for a time now; medical studies, arcane mysteries galore, translations, and so on. I haven't danced in the nighttime snow for [i]ages[/i], and that's worth a little risk. Wouldn't you agree?"[/color]

	Further conversation with Kathryn brought up an interesting question. It was one that no one had asked her in a long while, for various reasons. How far had she traveled with her family's business? She gave it a thought and crossed her arms in front of her, letting one hand drift lazily up to her chin. [color=9932cc]"I don't believe that I have ever been to Arcanaple, no. When I traveled with the Belmont Trading Company, or whichever smaller outfit my parents financed by proxy, it was always along the main routes. The safer, established ones, I mean. I was a child for a lot of it. Sometimes I was with one of them, sometimes it was someone they trusted; old adventuring colleague, what have you, and always tutors. They insisted on that."[/color] She looked into the middle distance, getting wistful with her words. [color=9932cc]"I'm sorry, that's not what you asked me. I have been to the main cities in Khimn territory, where we're from. Khimn City, Ashhaven, and the garrisons around The Silent Eaves - but that's just home. I've seen the nearest Elven lands, Kyril, like I mentioned, and the Forest Temple of Nuada, but they never let we go any farther east than that."[/color] She thought again, taking a moment to sip from her cup, [color=9932cc]"I've been to Aquitania, but the last time I was anywhere near Avonshire I was very young. Hmm... and I have been as far north as Argentum. [i]There[/i] is a spot to visit. A city the size of a nation, all within a wall. I haven't been to Orc lands, but I did seen a tribe on migration when I was a kid. The caravan pushed hard to get out of the open after that."[/color]

	Continuing a little bit past where she had been, Victoria commented on where she might have wanted to go. [color=9932cc]"Now that the wars are over, I would eventually like to visit beyond the mountains here, to the Southlands. The desert folk are supposed to have some of the oldest arcane libraries, and the Amenteph have some very interesting funerary practices I would love to study."[/color]

	Past the removal and eventual return of Urmdrus, and the reappearance of Lizbeth with soup, Victoria gave quiet wonder to where the tine must have gone. But fair enough to her lacking sense of time, the sun had appeared to have retreated for the next few hours. It was getting about the time that she make her nighttime concert to the snowflakes and open, night sky. But she did pull a bowl closer to herself as she found a seat at the table with the tureen. A spoon went to her lips, whereupon she declared; [color=9932cc]"Why, this is absolutely restorative, Mademoiselle L'Rose. This is exactly what one needs; thank you."[/color]

	Her eyes drifted to the paper that she had left for others to write questions upon. Still blank, but Victoria supposed that it wouldn't be an issue until after the start of the next morning. She had an assigned task to perform, even if she assigned the task for herself.