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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 Main Street
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Investigation
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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At first Marita's reaction to the boy screaming was of annoyance. What did he think they were going to do to him, especially in a public area like this? She was going to admonish him to calm down and they weren't going to hurt him, but the screaming didn't stop. Not only that, right before her very eyes, he started to warp and disfigure. As she felt the arm in her hand shift beneath it, her expression changed from irritation to puzzlement to concern. Although she had just a while ago hypothesized that this town was suffering from a cabal of hidden lycanthropes, logically coming to that conclusion based on a handful of facts and oddities was much different to seeing it happen with your own eyes. However, she noted that the changes she saw were rather un-lupine in nature.

So perplexed by and invested in the changes that were going on with the boy, Marita almost didn't notice the stares of townsfolk around her and the wild accusation that she'd done something to him. She almost opened her mouth to talk back to him, but after their captive fled, Victoria decided to take public relations into her own hands and seemed to placate everyone enough to mostly go back to their own business. It was probably for the best this way, in the back of her head, Marita had been weighing how likely it would be that she would have to use her Voice of Law to settle the matter peaceably.

With that taken care of, she turned her attention down to the coat at her feet. She picked it up and looked over it. Almost worn to the point of usability and obviously meant for someone taller and larger than the waif who had been wearing it. It also had the same kind of hair Victoria had found in the Woodworking shop, no surprise there and on the inside of the collar: [i]G. Porter,[/i] the anme of another missing person, this one the orphan boy.

Before she could report her findings back to the bard and retreat to a less open environment, they were approached by a dragonborn of all things asking about Gregory Arbalest. Her first instinct was to guard him with suspicion; however, somebody like him was obviously an outsider to this town and far less likely to be compromised than some random human stranger. And knowing her luck, he was probably one of the fake letter receivers and had gotten lost. Well at the least it probably wouldn't hurt to answer his first question.

[color=FF6C5C]"Sheriff Gregory doesn't actually live here. He's in Darenby, a hamlet about a day away from here. His cousin is the one who lives here in Avonshire."[/color]