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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] Investigation
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A 
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Marita looked all over the building and found the place more or less empty and untouched, at first. For awhile it seemed like perhaps nothing had actually happened here and this was merely a red herring, a dead end with no actual clues. However, her inborn meticulousness drove her to keep looking, you might not know what you miss if one gave up early. Although her years in the clergy didn't cover any physical investigations such as this, they also taught to not let up the light, let it burn away even the smallest fringes of dark to fester and renew.

And her vigilance paid off. She opened a pantry: empty, but more than that, deep gouges in the wood. Neurons began to connect pieces of information together that had previously been left unchecked. She opened the next drawer to find it the same. She moved from every pantry, cupboard and dresser opening them to find them in a similar state. At first she did this calmly, but as the pattern repeated itself, her pace increased until she was frantically moving throughout the building. When she throwing open the last cabinet door she simply stared at it for a long minute before turning to Victoria.

[color=FF6C5C]"Call this a leap in logic,"[/color] Marita spoke up, her voice shaking just the slightest bit, [color=FF6C5C]"but I think I've figured out the underlying mystery. At least to a degree. People disappearing only at night. Sometimes returning changed. The shadows in the eyes of the locals. The locked up silversmith. [i]That hair.[/i] Lycanthropy. Werewolves."[/color]