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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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By the time they had managed to get to the hayloft, almost all of Marita's makeup had run off completely. All that remained was a mere echo of streaks showing what had used to be on her face, obvious to anyone who looked, but no longer giving her the visage of an angered specter of one who had perished with a grudge against the living. As they approached, Marita saw Kathryn wave them over towards the Public House. Although she would much prefer the privacy to talk about what she wanted to discuss, if they were being flagged to go elsewhere by Kathryn, there was likely a good reason to do so. 

When she stepped into the Pub, for a brief moment an expression approximating contentment briefly crossed her face. The Hayloft might have been more secure, but there wasn't much in the way of climate control in the building, and the cleric was very wet and absolutely frigid. Sure, if she was some sort of mage she could whip out a Prestidigitation cantrip and instantly clean up and light a fire, but things were not so convenient for those of the faith. At least in here she would dry out before nightfall and perhaps they could wait out the poor weather. Unlike Victoria, she resisted the temptation to head towards the fire. It would take far too long to get dry and there was much to discuss. No, she would simply bear with her sodden garments.

Marita took the ring from Victoria and looked over it. It appeared to be an ordinary silver ring. She briefly considered casting Detect Magic to see if that really was all that there was to it, but then decided against it. Such an action would likely be read as a brazen display of suspicion and the argument from 2 days prior was still fresh in her memory. No, she would trust in the others. Marita stuck her tongue out and moved to place the ring there, but stopped short, thought better of it and flipped it around so that the side to touch her was not the same as the one that had been on Victoria's. It was gross, she had to do what she could to mitigate that. After a few seconds of nothing happening she removed it. She didn't question why they had been asked to do that, she had a pretty good guess as to why.

She listened to what Kathryn had to report of their doings and thought about how much she should say in return.

[color=FF6C5C]"First Victoria and I headed over here where we met Rickard. Rickard was another outsider we met yesterday,"[/color] she quickly explained to Blueberry, [color=FF6C5C]"He wanted to check in on a friend of his who owned a woodworking shop here before we would talk to the dressmaker about his missing daughter. I asked Lea a few questions about some other leads while they went ahead. By the time I caught up to them, Rickard was gone. I'm not sure where he went, but I think he'll be fine. However, the woodworking shop was abandoned. It was almost like nobody had been in there for several days. However, upon closer inspection, there were signs of a hasty clean up, and Victoria found an lock of beast hair. Furthermore, it appeared that everything of value had been looted, and there were deep claw marks on the insides of the cupboards. It was around now that I had an epiphany on what is likely the reason behind things."[/color] Marita very specifically did not name what he conclusion was to avoid spooking anybody who might overhear the discussion or tip off any errant eavesdroppers.

[color=FF6C5C]"Unfortunately, before we could do anything about it, I noticed we were being spied on. He was a young boy, quite thin and clothed in threadbare hand-me-downs. He gave us quite the chase before I managed to catch him in the main thoroughfare. It was then that he changed as Blueberry mentioned it. His flesh and bones warped and twisted in my grasp before he broke free and ran off. It was then that we met Blueberry looking for the Sheriff. After that it started to rain and now here we are."[/color] Marita made an expression that she hoped would be read as [i]There's more I'd like to say but I can't here[/i] before shifting around in her seat. Wet clothes and mail made cheap seats even more uncomfortable to perch upon.

[color=FF6C5C]"Would you like to explain your plight to out comrades,"[/color] she off-handedly asked the Dragonborn. If nothing else, it would fill the silence with things that were not security liabilities while they were waiting for food and drink.