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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] Brindleton's Woodworking
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Cast a spell: Guidance
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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It didn't take too long into Marita's trip after Victoria to get to the point of where she wasn't exactly sure where to go. She reached an intersection where she was fairly sure she should go right, but there was a good degree of doubt making her second guess herself. So she went to the nearest market stall to ask about Victoria. Behind it was a portly halfling man selling smoked and cured meats.

[color=FF6C5C]"Have you seen an elf and lady pass by here?"[/color]

[color=darkgray]"Ah you mean the mistress and her patron?"[/color]

[color=FF6C5C]"Excuse me?"[/color]

[color=darkgray]"There's no reason for a woman to dress like that if she isn't one of those sorts. Must have been pretty high class too based on how she carried herself. Madame Marcie must have have some connections in order to bring in an exotic beauty like that. Haha."[/color] He stops for a moment and checks behind his shoulder. [color=darkgray]"Don't tell my wife I said that."[/color]

[color=FF6C5C]"I won't."[/color] Marita replied, voice dry of humor.

[color=darkgray]"Ah right, she went that way,"[/color] he directed pointing in the direction of Brindleton's Woodworking. The rest of Marita's trip played out in similar fashion. Each villager she asked would have a new story about Victoria's origin with no evidence to back it up, yet was uttered with absolute confidence.

[color=darkgray]"Bastard of an elf noble, why else carry a fancy sword like that?"[/color]

[color=darkgray]"I saw her perform last night, she's one of the fey in disguise."[/color]

[color=darkgray]"I heard from Rupert that last night she transformed into a demon and tried to eat the souls of passersby in front of the Public House."[/color]

By the time she had actually reached the store the quality of her day had taken a significant hit merely out of annoyance and overexposure to the imaginations of people with too much time on their hands. To her surprise, Victoria came out alone right as she walked up to the building.

[color=FF6C5C]"It was much easier to find you than to find this place. You make quite the impression on these people it seems."[/color] Marita looked at the bit of hair Victoria found and frowned. Even if this was evidence that there had been somebody here performing untoward acts, there wasn't much she could do with this. Perhaps if it were of unusual color or obviously belonging to some particular beast, but such was not the case. As for the sudden disappearance of Sir High Elf, well it wouldn't be the first time in the past 3 days someone she'd just met suddenly left without much explanation. She hoped that it would be the last. Perhaps he, unlike the others could return. At least he wasn't one of the people officially hired onto the job.

[color=FF6C5C]"It wouldn't hurt for me to look over this place. The dressmaker should still be there."[/color] Marita stepped into the building proper and made a few gestures that the party members possibly found familiar now.

[color=FF6C5C][b]"Blinding Light guide me."[/b][/color]

If she was going to search this place, especially after Victoria and Rickard had failed to find anything, she was going to give it her all.