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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] Bob's Public House
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Lea's response was a little dismissive. [color=darkgray]"Haunted? No... I mean, I haven't heard anything like that, and it's a pretty small town. You know, or so I hear. No, I remember when she first started to complain about it, she felt like she was being watched or followed or something on her way home from here. If she went by the graveyard, she didn't say."[/color]

Marita pursed her lips. She knew that was the likely answer, but it was still rather vexing to not have anything that would immediately be of use to her.

[color=darkgray]"By any chance, are you going to come back tonight? I wouldn't mind splitting tips again if you were."[/color] Marita's gut answer was pulled apart to three different directions at once. The good Samaritan and work ethic in her wanted to say yes; chances were that it would be swamped again and she'd probably need the help. On the other hand, the selfish part of her wanted to throw that offer into the infinite Layers of the Abyss. The stress and feeling of ale-soaked arse was still fresh in her mind and there was no desire to repeat that process over again. Lastly, there was the fact that she might not even have the time to put in a shift and it would be in poor form to make a promise she wasn't sure she'd be able to keep.

[color=FF6C5C]"I might be busy with other affairs tonight, but if the opportunity presents itself I'll give this establishment another visit. However, if I'd be able to help you and Daisy out with your duties is not entirely up to me.[/color]" Marita looked over at Robert. He didn't seem to outright dislike the group, but last night he only appeared to accept her help because they were backed into a corner, she honestly wasn't sure which way he would go when it came to her continuing to act as an unofficial part time employee.

This brief moment thinking about something entirely unrelated gave her brain a key to start connecting some dots. Victoria returning from the graveyard. Audrey returning home from work. Was it the fact of returning from somewhere that instigated the paranoia? There was not enough information there for her to say, but if she saw it crop up a third time it would become a pattern, a lead. Which also reminded her of another question she had been meaning to ask.

[color=FF6C5C]"By the way,"[/color] Marita spoke again, her voice lowering back to a whisper, [color=FF6C5C]"do you know about Andre Dufour? I heard that he was the town drunk but he also disappeared as well. Would you happen to know anything about that?"[/color] The list did say that he was last seen leaving the tavern. She hoped that meant here. It would make the safety of the public house questionable at best; however, the only other tavern-esque establishment she knew of in this town was The Honey Barn and she would prefer to avoid that shed of decadence entirely.