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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] On The Road 
[color=9932cc][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=9932cc][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] [color=black][b]Morty[/b][/color], [color=dimgray][b]Nox[/b][/color]
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	Finally catching sight of Baronfjord arriving from town, Victoria rose from her seat and gave a practiced, yet ultimately unnecessary wave of her hand. It wasn't like the guy was going to have issues picking her out of a crowd, even if there were a crowd. Instead, the mostly sparse comings and goings of the place seemed to accent her presence, like putting an outline to an illustration. She stood out. 

        Her traveling companion asked if she had been waiting long, which might have made a lesser person extend a one-finger salute or respond with sarcasm. But being a lady of some tact (at least in that moment), Victoria responded with a genial, [color=9932cc]"I shouldn't say [i]too[/i] long. Though I do worry about our time."[/color] 

        A quick change of subject was made as Victoria have mental command for her Morty to bring the errand cart around to the wagon's rear. When she spoke, it was with a soupçon of formality. [color=9932cc]"I would be grateful, Mr. Chedgusah, if you would lend me a hand with my baggage. Thank you so much."[/color]

        So with her errand cart, it's contents, her Morty and herself in the vehicle, Victoria doffed her extraordinarily bardy hat and pulled her pashmina closer around herself. It wasn't much better inside the wagon, but it was a little, and a little counted. She briefly noted the coffin which was still back here, wondering if she might be able to use it for warmth and sleep later on in the trip. She filed that away for another moment and, to take her mind off of things for a while, went back to her books. The study of humanoid anatomy was intriguing to Victoria, as was the possibility of making alterations that a living creature could not support and remain living, but an undead one would find useful, even to the point of thriving. Then something caught her attention in the back of the wagon. [color=9932cc]"...hey, is that the Sheriff's chamberpot still back here?"[/color] 

        Yes, it was all coming together. 

        Immersed in her books and whatever conversation she got into with Baronfjord, it barely seemed like an hour or two (though it assuredly was longer) until Victoria noticed that they were coming up to the halfway point in the road between Southmoor and Avonshire. The waypoint/rest area where they had taken a light lunch all those weeks ago, when it was the tail of autumn and not the middle of winter. It was later than she would have liked, only having hit the halfway point, but they needed to stop. [color=9932cc]"BB, have you been driving the whole time? That's extraordinary! You're getting really good at this. Honestly."[/color] Was it flattery? Maybe. But slow moving aside, there wasn't a single complaint from the Bard about it. 

        Victoria did voice a relevant opinion, however. [color=9932cc]"Our mule has been going all day. He needs warm water, and to be dried off and brushed down. Maybe rested for a half hour."[/color] That last part was hard to say. They were already burning through too much daylight as it was. [color=9932cc]"I'll handle the water and fodder of you get the other. There's a kit in the back. But we need to pull it over for a least a little bit, if you would, please."[/color]