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| − | Victoria Woods is an Antiquarian. She's the daughter of a university professor who had once played the great game in Egypt, her mother was a bluestocking and had herself been on the edges of the great game. Victoria was in Europe studying when war broke out. She stayed and collected information for the British on German movements, most of the time this meant keeping an ear open while serving tables. Occasionally she’d have to hide while taking notes of men and machines being moved through the countryside, sometimes she’d have to hide a courier moving through. It was never the exciting life of champagne and barbed wit the tabloids would have you believe. It was dodging unwelcome advances, of smiling at men when you’d rather be dumping the contents of their plates on their heads. When the war was over she started up her business but she’s found it hard to settle down. She’s spends her time looking for difficult to find items that often come with their own problems and dangers. Professor Ashbury is her godfather, he’s commissioned several pieces from her and she’s always stayed with him when her travels have taken her to Edinburgh. | + | Victoria Woods is an Antiquarian. She's the daughter of a university professor who had once played the great game in Egypt, her mother was a bluestocking and had herself been on the edges of the great game. Victoria was in Europe studying when war broke out. She stayed and collected information for the British on German movements, most of the time this meant keeping an ear open while serving tables. Occasionally she’d have to hide while taking notes of men and machines being moved through the countryside, sometimes she’d have to hide a courier moving through. It was never the exciting life of champagne and barbed wit the tabloids would have you believe. It was dodging unwelcome advances, of smiling at men when you’d rather be dumping the contents of their plates on their heads. When the war was over she started up her business but she’s found it hard to settle down. She’s spends her time looking for difficult to find items that often come with their own problems and dangers. Professor Ashbury is an old family friend (how old is he? I’m wondering if he’d be old enough to be her godfather?), he’s commissioned several pieces from her and she’s always stayed with him when her travels have taken her to Edinburgh. |
