Vita the tiefling warlock, currently dressed
Blue Water Inn - Taproom
Tags: Esvele, Sylvia, Rictavio
Snagging that Bonnet, she donned it upon her head. With practised ease, she pressed and smoothed the fabric to contort to her horns and not snag. Her hair carefully rolled up into it before the remaining is placed in the back of her leather armor.
"Ah, that trick. Would make it ah soft pale blue?" She asked of Esvele.
Esvele answering her questions on the illuminating text.
"Oh. Thats..." Vita actually drooped at that. The sight of such pretty letters and the pretty highlights of gold, green, and that deep dark smooth black. Those were always fun to trace with her eyes when the priests deigned to have them opened for community prayers.
"Pragmatic." Vita said it simply but no longer seemed inclined to ask more questions about the abbey. Her mind already thinking that the abbey would be quite like the rest of Barovia, drabby and gray with only the abbot infusing it with vitality.
The hearty smack on her back had Vita looking at Sylvia with her... absolute surety that her king, Vlad Drakov, is invincible.
"Ah, hope he doesn't end up dying then." Vita commented lightly but offered and said no more on that particular line.
Sylvia's little words just had Vita gritting her teeth. Yellow orbs flashing in irritation. The tiefling just paused. The angry warlock tilting her head down, just looking at the wolfsbane. Her mind whirling.
"Fine. My retribution will be a fine thing then. I hope you are ready to be my ah, physical restraint then." The tiefling warlock stated that calmly, her wording meaning quite literally physical restraint and not calming or mental.
Vita loved to eat the bread with soup as she munched on it, even with the heavy conversation, she didn't hide her enthuaism at eating yummy food.
Esvele's own input again in this. The way she worded it. Vita just looked at her in confusion.
"That's ah... um. I have ah no um. Hrm." The tiefling is just confused trying to follow Esvele's logic beyond the fact that what she got from it is that killing is bad.
"Retribution is my ah reason. If ah only wanted to kill, why would I just go after ah werewolves?" Vita just looked at Esvele.
Ireena's wan smile and her words. Vita felt a clench inside of herself.
"Yes... It wouldn't be ah safe to come along with ah me to hunt them down." Vita's own soft words a demur agreement.
"Still, if ah Father Petrovich isn't ah, safe. I, I will put off my ah hunt." Vita looking ill at being so close and putting it off. But she is resolved to do this, of insuring Ireena is safe before her own selfish wants.
Rictavio's words.
"Ah, I'll take it then, If you have ah something like this on you, would you ah be willing to, help? I do not know how I will repay you." As Vita picked up the wolfsbane, her yellow orbs looking at the plant after having looked at Rictavio. This plant, no this poison herb will be helpful. Mayhap even allowing a quicker death for the wolves.
Esvele speaking of redemption for Strahd.
"Ah, I'll leave that um ah, heavy handed choice to Ireena. If she, if her people too, want Strahd to be redeened then I'll um help with that." Vita said it simply put as that. Through her yellow orbs lingered on Ireena as she said that. The tiefling touching on their bond to share trust and surety that she'd follow Ireena's lead on what happens with Strahd.
Vita flushed a tiny bit. A pale bloom of warmth in her cheeks as she whispered
"Ra-ravens? Oh. Um. I ah, kinda already forgot about that?" The tiefling wincing at making that admission before smiling at Esvele
"Ah, um. Sure. I... don't think he is ah that impressed with me. More of... erm." Vita refrained from saying anymore even as she glanced at Rictavio before nodding her head.
"Ireena, I'm going over to talk with the kind elf." Vita whispered to Ireena.
Looking at her empty soup and... untouched wolf steak. She picked up the plate and two pints of ale as she carefully got up, balancing the cups and plates. Walking softly over to Rictavio's table.
"Do you ah mind if I sit here with you? You have this, ah, surety of knowledge about you when it comes to were-creatures." As Vita stood by the table, not yet sitting down at it but awaiting permission from Rictavio. The tiefling wasn't entirely comfortable with being so intrusive, but she had a gleam in her eyes with Esvele's putting that suggestion.