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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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Like Hugh, Marita was not inclined to share any information with the woman who could turn on them at any time for a variety of reasons, but unlike him she was literally not in a position to where she could opt out of the conversation in its entirety. Because she was helping Kathryn unload the wine she ended up being in proximity to the owner, so refusing to engage would at best be a massive faux pas even for someone like her, and at worst interpreted as an act of social aggression (which it would be). So she was glad that Madam Marcie and her were on the same page. She didn't like the establishment and what it represented, but she wasn't going to raise a stink about it if left unprovoked.

However, even though she had zero intention of entering the Honey Barn, a thought cropped up in her head. Madam Marcie seemed to be interested in the more welcoming half of the party for better or worse. If they were able to get on her good side, they would be able to leverage that to investigate the Honey Barn for leads if the need arose. This was rather middling on her list of priorities, but if they found themselves stuck or with some free time it would do well to check it out.

On the way to the Hayloft, Marita spent her time split between listening to Cecily, trying to figure out what they were going to do over the next week and very occasionally casting a glance over at Lizbeth. As much as it hurt to see a child in pain, she knew there was nothing she could reasonably do to help. At least not unsolicited. Even something as simple as suggesting that she or Victoria assist with funeral rites for the deceased could be interpreted as opportunistically attempting to turn a profit from the the situation, which went against the Path.

So after the makeshift tour had concluded, instead of sticking around to add onto the emotional support dogpile that Kathryn and Kosara were forming, Marita silently grabbed her things from the wagon and took them to the Hayloft to settle in. She'd wait until the others had finished before thinking about getting down to business.