Talk:Virginia (Card)/@comment-109.76.11.132-20190718182449

Expeditions Virginia is riding in the Forgotten Quarter today. It is at least an hour before anyone can find her. She is announced by the peel of a silver trumpet, and the sound of hooves on stone.

She dismounts, her colour high and her eyes bright. "My plans," she says, draining a goblet of wine handed to her by a supporter, "Are simple. I shall open a spa. Bodily health, and spiritual needs, will be catered for. The Neath offers so much opportunity for glory, but so many Londoners seek out smallness and dullness. I offer improvement; a honing of the self, like a knife on a whetstone." You've lost 5 reputation Making waves plus five cp