<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/Y5s6p5S.png)</div><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 11pt;">Victory</span></strong>(http://link to the post with your character's sheet)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21/21;<strong>AC</strong>15;<strong>Initiative:</strong>+2;<strong>Saves:</strong>Str +0, Dex +2, Con +1, Int +7, Wis +2, Cha +2;<strong>Resistances:</strong>Fire Damage;<br/><strong>Senses:</strong>Darkvision 120, Shadow Sense 60;<strong>Passive Perception</strong>10,<strong>Passive Insight</strong>10,<strong>Passive Investigation</strong>15<br/><strong>Notes:</strong>Find Familiar active - Celestial Owl Isabella is outside keeping watch; Mage Armor;<br/><strong>Tagging:</strong>Open<br/><strong>Mentioning:</strong>Everyone<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>"In my experience, most men are content given bread and circuses." Victor puts in, dry. "Strength rarely comes to their consideration, except perhaps to envy it." That was... perhaps more honest than warranted, but it is better to get an idea of political leanings now than concern himself over it later. Should theirs differ he will have time to rectify it and change popular opinion.<br/><br/>The thought of orc liquor is an amusing one, though not one he's inclined to indulge in. He recalls his brothers sneaking something similar from their Father's personal cabinet; it hadn't ended well. Headaches were the least of their problems in the morning. It's an oddly bittersweet memory, made morose by all that came after. He doesn't let it show on his face however, instead taking note of the half-orc's body language, wondering at how much more difficult it will be to read the man's expressions. Nach, at least, seems especially open compared to most people Vic is used to.<br/><br/>"It is because of your hunts you were invited." He points out, amused. The tiefling rather suspects on this point it is merely a social disconnect, too different in backgrounds. The looks he tends to garner are not much better, varying from fearful to hated to awed to some mix of all three. It's useful when he can take advantage of it; less so when they're too afraid to even speak. "A feat they seem suited to, at least." He eyes the chairs, wondering if they should attempt to acquire one before dismissing the idea. "Though I suspect the show would be well worth the price." Vic muses, eyebrow raising slowly.<br/><br/>Wynne's comment has him glancing over at the man, lips twitching slightly. "Certainly, it may be quite the useful experiment. We likely differ in both length and width, after all. How often does one have<em>both</em>a half-orc and tiefling to gauge, however, so who really knows?" He questions, tone intentionally free of innuendo though his eyes give play to his amusement.<br/><br/>He makes a note of the comments about the Baroness, however. They may be useful later.<br/><br/>Nach leaving has Vic standing as well, collecting his staff leaning against the table. He gives a nod to the party and a glance to those around it, squeezing Arawn's shoulder as he wanders off momentarily. "To mingling, then. I imagine we will have much to say when we are among fewer eyes and ears." He catches up with the orc on the floor, shaking his head slightly as Nach barges through various nobles. Victor takes the time to soothe ruffled feathers best he can, walking among them and smiling, learning names, offering commiseration and allowing himself to be seen as the hand on the leash holding his 'savage' party member in check.<br/><br/>Eventually catching up to the half-orc, he has to smile at the comment that he seems right at home. "I grew up among similar, though I suspect it was rather more cutthroat than this." The thought of lessons has his eyes heating, smile going slightly... wet. "I can teach you all manner of things, I am sure." Victor offers, moving closer into Nach's personal space. The annoyed expressions of the nobles are a concern, but he's done his best to smooth the way. They will consider it a risk of dealing with the 'savage' races, perhaps underestimate them because of it. An acceptable compromise.<br/><br/>"I confess, I have quite a bit of experience in battle and elsewhere. One has to in this life if they wish to get ahead, and I have ever been ambitious." He could be simply making small talk if it wasn't for the heat of his gaze, the way he allows his eyes to slide down the orc, lingering in certain areas. "I look forward to seeing you in... battle." Vic adds, an almost imperceptible pause between words, a chance for something else to be filled in. He gives a knowing look to Nach, sure the two of them are on the same page. Though perhaps not quite the same paragraph, so to speak--but that is all to the better. The half-orc will learn.<br/><br/>Victor laughs slightly at the comment, smile widening. "I have confidence to spare, worry not." He leans closer, allowing a hint of his real expression to come through the masks as he lowers his tone, words just for Nach. "They do say dancing with a tiefling is like making a deal with a devil. I suppose we'll see which of us is the better dancer in the end, hm?"