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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] 16	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Avonshire Township
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[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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Before leaving with Kathryn, Marita had a quick change of clothes. Although she had been traveling around the township proudly donning her clerical garb all day and would continue to do so for most of her time, it felt like her being in her usual dress while attempting to conduct an inquisition would draw too much attention to herself and put people too much on guard. At least in the context of a pub in the middle of a festival. So for the first time that the party would see, Marita changed into something approaching casual wear. It was a long flowing gown that was a patterned with soft silvery blues atop a deep crimson. She still had her mail on underneath as a precaution, but she'd leave the shield and weapon behind in the barn. The convenient thing about chain was how lightweight it was, it didn't even show through the gown unless pulled taut. If they ran into unexpected trouble she'd have to rely on her spellcasting, but she had enough left in the tank that she was confident leaving it at that.

When they got to the Public House, Marita opted to stay back and watch Kathryn and the bar rather than immediately take action. This was the half-giant's idea in the first place. However, now that they had finally gotten to the actual investigation phase of this inquisition, Marita found herself feeling... nervous? No, that wasn't it. Uncertain on what exactly she should be doing. The clerical inquisitions she had seen or taken part in were much simpler. Get the required paperwork to do what needed to be done in a given location, present the forms in person to scour for whatever needed to be found, perhaps arrest some people and interrogate them, rinse and repeat until you've resolved the issue or run out of leads. Of course there was more to it than that, but having to gather information from a place of powerlessness and secrecy was not her forte. And neither was it Kathryn based on Bob's reaction to her approach of simply barging in and asking nicely. 

Marita looked around the pub and through the clamor and merrymaking how absolutely stressed and overworked both the owner and his one employee were. No wonder he wasn't in a cooperative mood, he barely has time to conduct his business and someone starts asking him 20 questions. If she were in his place, she probably wouldn't have been as nice as he.

Suddenly, an idea popped in her head on how to kill two birds with one stone. She approached the bar next to Kathryn and got Bob's attention with a loud throat clear.

[color=FF6C5C]"I can't help but notice you're quite short on manpower. I can help you out for the night with waitressing. Try as best as she can, I don't think your only maid will be able to make it through the shift without someone getting upset at the speed of service and causing a scene."[/color] Having to speak over the noise of the crowd, she ended up sounded even more forceful than usual, but given the situation Bob didn't seem to care too much.

[color=darkgray]"You want to work? Fine. You'll work for tips. Talk to Lea,"[/color] Robert motioned to the beleaguered young lady dashing from table to table, [color=darkgray]"she'll tell you what's what. And don't you be drinking my good stuff."[/color] Tapping the side of his nose, he gave the grave intonation, [color=darkgray]"I'll know."[/color]

Marita flashed a look at Kathryn before leaving to go find Lea. She could only hope that her teammate would be able to make progress in her own way. The cleric wove through the tables to find Lea and tapped her on the shoulder.

[color=FF6C5C]"Hello, I'm Marita. I'm here to help you out for the shift. Bob said you'll 'tell me what's what.'"[/color] A terrible feeling crept up from the pit of her stomach, she hoped she hadn't accidentally bit off more than she could chew by offering help like this.