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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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Marita tried to keep everything in her head at once, even if most of it she felt was fairly self explanatory. Not having to keep in mind an extensive menu for food or drink certainly streamlined things, but given how busy it was it wouldn't do well to fumble such a simple job and make the situation even worse than it already was. Before she set off to work, Marita carefully rolled up her sleeves such that they wouldn't be in the direct line of fire of any splash or spill that came her way. This gown was rather expensive after all.

Unfortunately, this bit of foresight ended up not helping her at all. Before she even started to get to work, one of the patrons enjoying his conversation and ale a bit too much leaned a bit too far back in his chair and ended up  falling backwards onto his arse, much to the amusement of his mates. In the process of falling, his drink flew across the pub, only to be saved from spilling all over the floor by landing directly onto Marita's rear end. She flinched at the suddenly sensation of wetness, her jaw clenched and muscles tightened as she turned around to see who just assaulted her, only to find the man struggling to get up to his feet while his friends laughed so hard they had trouble breathing, let alone speaking.

[color=darkgray]"Sorry about that, lass. Could you get me a refill?"[/color] The cleric had to literally bite down on her tongue to stop herself from telling him what for. She took a deep breath and told herself to treat these customers as if they were clergymen ranked above her. For the most part.

[color=FF6C5C]"Yes sir, I'll get that right for you."[/color] Marita replied, her eye twitching once. Once she set about her job properly, she was able to forget her anger and focus on the many tasks at hand. Initially she was a bit slow on the job due to her unfamiliarity with the position and the layout of the public house, but after the first hour or so she found herself getting into the flow of things quite nicely. As nicely as one could get working a new job on what was one of the busiest nights of the year. If any of the customers she serviced were the type to get handsy, Marita's natural charm along with one of the highest priority locations of attack being soaked in ale deterred any wandering fingers.

Although her mind was set nearly 100% to doing the job she volunteered for, even if to the detriment of perhaps attempting to learn information pertinent to the task she was actually here for, Marita noticed the men who had stepped forward to Kathryn's table. She couldn't hear what was being said from where she was, but the body language didn't appear very amicable. Truth be told she wasn't very concerned for the knight's safety. She had seen how she functioned in combat just earlier that day, and if a fight did break out she was right there to step in and keep the peace. But that was what she truly worried about, a scene being caused and her having to do something about it. Such a thing would only bring more unwanted attention onto the party and sour their reputation, especially with Bob. But that was something she could only spare a moment's thought before returning to her work. She'd keep an ear perked for anything that might require her direct attention.