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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	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Avonshire Township
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Marita hadn't registered it at first, but hearing 'Audrey' multiple times reminded her that the name was familiar to her. It was one of the names on the list that Sheriff Gregory had given her. She would have liked to bring this up, but she was not keen on breaking stealth at the moment, even in the presence of the only two people in this township who they could consider allies at the moment. It wasn't even that she didn't trust them, but letting people know they were there to investigate the disappearances that didn't need to know only invited complications that would make their jobs harder and potentially endanger innocent civilians.

She hadn't gotten around to sharing the contents of the list before now because she wanted to wait until they had a better idea of the situation before hunkering down and trying to map out a plan of attack, but now that they were here a major factor she had failed to take into consideration had made itself evident: privacy. There were people everywhere all the time which made things quite difficult when you want to maintain any form of secrecy. The only ability anyone in this party had that appeared to be able to facilitate private was Hugh's field of silence, but that didn't seem to be something he could utilize consistently throughout the day. These were the thoughts and worries she carried out in the back of her head as they traveled throughout the township delivering wine. As the secondary muscle of the party, she primarily helped Kathryn unload the [i]very heavy[/i] product off the wagon. Actually handling the casks drove home just how ridiculously strong Kathryn was. By herself, Marita would have barely been able to push one around, let alone pick one up off the ground.

When Cecily again brought up the prospect of the haylift, she couldn't help but sigh. She really, really, [i]really[/i] didn't want to stay in some dirty storage room that no doubt reeked of barn animals and manure, and in any other situation would have taken staying in the commons of an inn in a heartbeat, there was one invaluable advantage the hayloft carried over anywhere else they could find a place to stay: almost guaranteed privacy for discussion. Perhaps even a place to safely lay low should the circumstances call for it.

[color=FF6C5C]"Very well. Thank you for housing us during our stay here."[/color] Marita's tone of voice made it obvious that she was trying to hide her displeasure with the turn of events.

When it came to the Merchant's Market, Marita took some time off of helping Kathryn to help Cecily locate where the client actually was. She went separately to help cover ground and found everyone she spoke to exceptionally unhelpful. Most ignored her, more than a few told her off, and one guy told her he'd give her the information she was looking for if she paid him 5 gold. In the end she didn't find the Merchant Association representative, but she did stumble across the boarded up building and made a mental note to perhaps check it out later.

[color=FF6C5C]"Marita Bärbel."[/color] The cleric shook the halfling's hand, but didn't bother speaking anymore than what she had already. She had spent enough time in cities to know how powerful people of Madam Marcie's profession could be, and how treacherous they could be as well. As true as it was that they didn't want to piss off the government needlessly, part of her wondered if inadvertently ending up in debt to the likes of her, even indirectly would be an even more disadvantageous position. That aside, she had no desire to go into that establishment, and she'd be surprised if Madam Marcie hadn't picked up on that just by looking a her. The cleric just hoped that circumstance wouldn't force her to go into the Honey Barn out of necessity, but an ominous spectre told her not to get her hopes up.