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[h2][color=FF6C5C][i][b]Marita Bärbel[/b][/i][/color][/h2][i][b][color=FF6C5C]Human, Cleric, Level 3[/color][/b][/i]
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]HP:[/b][/i][/color] 18/18	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Armor Class:[/b][/i][/color] 18->12	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] The Infamous Pear
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Marita was no stranger to watching performers do their work for crowds. She had seen quite a range of them in fact, from humble street acts to renowned entertainers known at even the highest levels of society. Even in her growing days her community had their showmen, and it wasn't so different to what others in so-called civilized society were accustomed to. She had seen men juggle flaming swords with one hand, listened to bawdy comedians bring entire bars of sailors to tears, attended the concerts of master composers and been witness to lavish theaters where actors played out tales of great sorrow and fortune. 

And yet, Victoria was among one of the best performers she had seen. She wasn't the best; it wasn't mere envy and pride that kept her out of that position, Marita had seen some performances whose effect on the crowd could be considered a near divine revelation, but she was up there. In the top 10 at the lowest. When one watched high level instrumental play, it was evident how much physical effort went into the performance, and to see this woman play as well as she did as well as dance along with it was a sight to behold. When the crowd erupted in applause, she joined along with them, for the first time that night looking genuinely impressed. Unlike the rowdier elements in the tavern she didn't holler or hoot, but she clapped as well as she could with gauntlets on.

When Kosara went on, Marita watched with a fair degree of interest. She could tell that the tiefling was indeed fairly skilled but something seemed off. Maybe she wasn't feeling it mentally after the night's events, or she had misjudged something. The cleric wasn't overly familiar with these sorts of practices on the technical level, but especially after the display that Victoria had put on, she couldn't help but feel as if it were something of an anti-climax. Still, after the performance was through she politely clapped so as to respect her teammates as professionals, but at this point her expression had shifted back to its more usual expression of vague irritation and judgment.

With the performances over, Marita returned to the table to collect her things, making sure to put the leftovers somewhere in her bag where they would not get crushed.

[color=FF6C5C]"I'll also turn in for the night as well. I shall see you come tomorrow morning."[/color] Offering everyone a brief wave farewell, the cleric made her way up to the second floor behind Kathryn. She noted that the massive woman opted to take the room with fewer beds, making them roommates. The cleric did her best to ignore Kathryn's nightly ritual, if one could call it that. She had her own to worry about after all. Even still, she couldn't help but notice the near-excess of armaments and how she had to roll up into a ball to even fit on the bed properly. Another drawback of being taller than ninety-nine per cent of the population.

Marita began her own nighttime ritual by removing her armor, folding the mail neatly and setting it next to the cot and placing her belongings on top. Then she changed to her pajamas: fine linen robes that were sturdy and inexpensive enough that she did not mind wearing them in less ideal environments. Doing so required her to strip bare for a minute, but she didn't mind. The only ones here were girls, and the half-giant likely wasn't in a situation to ogle even if she were the sort to do something so untoward. Next, she brought out a soft cloth and a small bottle of cleansing oil, which she used to scrub off all the make up on her face. It was much faster than putting it on, but she still took her time, making sure to be as thorough as possible, lest some remain to clog up her pores and create unsightly acne in the morning. 

Fourth, she made sure to thoroughly stretch to get as relaxed as she could get before finally coming to her nightly prayer. Marita knelt before the window and did her best to face the moon in the night sky. Pholtus was as much a lunar god as he was solar. With Kathryn in the room trying to sleep, Marita opted to worship silently, so as not to disturb. 

There was a set of standard prayers to pay tribute that she performed as a matter of ritual, but she also prayed for more specific and personal matters. Guidance on the mission. To give her the proper judgment in handling the rest of her party members, such that she would be able to act in such a way for everyone to work as a true unified unit. Hoping that she had made the right call in trusting Victoria, massive omen that the bard presented and finally that all those who had been spirited away would be able to return to their homes intact and of sound mind. With everything taken care of, she got in the [i]very fine[/i] garrison cot and did her best to get comfortable and sleep before the big day ahead.