Divinity Original Sin: Victoria

Victoria at the Cyseal Public Library in Divinity: Original Sin

Victoria is an Orc NPC in Divinity: Original Sin

She is the adopted daughter of Mayor Cecil .

Can be found in the Public Library on the second floor of the Town Hall of Cyseal

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In name of Amun-Hor, I bid thee Thuzdjageta-Hal: be welcome, human! My Library is yours as I hope your friendship is mine.
1. Who are you, madam?
- I am Victoria, daughter of Mayor Cecil. Oh, I know what you're thinking: the likeness isn't exactly striking, is it?
- When I was very young, you see, I must have been cast out by my tribe, for I was found in a wicker basket floating past Cyseal toward the sea.
- The fishermen who found me would have drowned me on the spot, for I am an ore after all, but praise be Amun-Hor, dear Cecil was among the gathered crowd and he took pity on the exiled infant that chance had put in his way.
- He raised me like 1 was his own, this kindest of souls: taught me the language of men; their customs and their letters. Thus I became the city's librarian, a position I uphold with no small diligence and pride.
2. May I take books from the library?
- Indeed you may! The wisdom I here hoard is yours to peruse and even take with you. All I can ask is that you return the books you borrow so that others may enjoy them too.
3. Let’s discuss Eglandaer the elf.
- Kyry Al'Esor! Do pardon my language, my friend, but that is quite the startling revelation! So much sadness, so much anguish... Eglandaer's tale is heartrending, though it seems that in the pursuit of retribution, he has himself become as great a ghoul as those that wronged him.
- Does he not see that I am now the one who is to be wronged? Why O why must he make me -of all gentle-minded and life-loving creatures- why must he make me the target of his imperishable hate? Whom have I ever harmed? I live for books, not brutality!
- So let us approach the situation with reason and ask ourselves: where do we go from here? Though first let me say this: a shzizam'bil kush'zunum, from my heart I thank you for warning me! I thank you and **I trust you! So pray, let me pose the question: what do you advise we should do?
- 1. It is but your amulet the elf wants as proof of your death, so why not give it to me?
  - My amulet? But it is Haxmaji: a sacred token that houses the presence of my ancestors. No, I cannot part with my talisman, the keepsake of my soul!
  - 1. I'm afraid I must insist... (Intimidate)
  - 2. But it’s such a weird looking thing! Doesn't become you at all actually. (Charm)
  - 3. Is a keepsake, no matter how precious, worth your life? (Reason)
    - When you put it like that I guess I cannot say that it is... I do this very reluctantly, but fine, have my talisman. May it fool the elf that would see me dead!
- 2. I could have him arrested.
  - Leghfizzodar! Yes, a capital notion! Let him be brought before the law for his schemes! I am an innocent and Eglandaer would see me dead: that is a grave offence, is it not?
  - It would probably be better if you rather than I informed Captain Aureus though. He bears little goodwill toward me ever since my more savage brethren have been marauding the beaches and killing his legionnaires...
- 3. Let's change the subject...
  - 4. Let’s change the subject...
4. I'll take my leave.