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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] 12->18	[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 watched everyone ask questions and Lynette's reactions accordingly. Nothing they asked had any questions of her own come to mind, and she couldn't help but feel pity for this poor woman. Although her expulsion had very few positives, one of those was that she was no longer beholden to the stresses of organizational short staffing. That weary sigh and involuntary urge to snap was something she'd had plenty of experience with. Although it wasn't like she had all the time in the world these days, it still was much different when one worked as a volunteer or temporary worker than somebody firmly entrenched in the hierarchy dealing with these sorts of problems day in and day out.

With her breakfast finished and the green light given to take leftovers, Marita made sure to snag a few sausages for down the line. It was about as much as she would let herself take. Taking too much food in situations like this made one look desperate and prone to gluttony and hoarding; it would be embarrassing if nothing else. 

[color=FF6C5C]"Thank you for your service, Ms. Lynette. Light guide you."[/color] The cleric addressed the rest of the party, [color=FF6C5C]"I have nothing I wish to purchase right now. If any of you need to find me, I'll be here at the table waiting. Well after I do one last thing."[/color] Now that it was obvious that they were likely going to be spending the whole day on the road, there wasn't much need to stay in more civilian clothing. After she excused herself from the table, the cleric went back upstairs for a bit of privacy and quickly donned her mail armor. It took but a mere couple of minutes and ahe act of doing so didn't require her to eschew modesty, but it would just be impolite and not proper to equip armor in the middle of an inn's common area, empty or no. When she returned she would take her seat back at the table. Perhaps if anybody else stayed she could chat to pass the time, or if nothing else and she was alone with Lynette she could see if she could learn anything from her.