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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
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] Exposition
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] Oh shit.
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Marita was almost out the door when she heard Robert's remark. She held her hand against the door for a moment before she slowly turned around, a humorless expression plastered across her face. She watched in silence as he wrote out something in Elvish, a language she could neither understand nor read; however, Kathryn was there to unwittingly provide translation. The cleric's expression didn't change, but there was a twinge of understanding before Victoria could provide for those not magically inclined. She remained silent for a few minutes longer before taking a tentative step away from the door.

[color=FF6C5C]"If the people the sheriff sent over to help weren't a bunch of idiots, they wouldn't have taken this job that has been compromised a dozen times over from before the beginning. Especially considering the scope of the threat is potentially much greater than a small handful of people could possibly handle. And this is before one capable of casting a Geas became part of the situation. No, anyone with some sense would have abandoned ship long ago. The people Gregory Arbalest sent over are a [i]special [/i]group of idiots."[/color] Marita returned to her seat at the table and downed her glass of wine in one go.

[color=FF6C5C]"I'll have faith in those here, which means committing all the way, despite the numerous risks at hand. Sorry Lea and Daisy if what I'm about to say alarms you, but since we're in this deep, I'm going to lay my cards on the table."[/color] Marita cracks her back against the table and sits upright. [color=FF6C5C]"Robert might already know, but the reason we're here isn't to sort out the goblins, but to investigate the mysterious disappearances that have been happening as of late. We've only been here a couple of days, but I'm fairly certain about the primary threat at hand."[/color]

[color=FF6C5C]"Lycanthropy, the curse that enables people to shift between man and beast. I came to this conclusion from a few key pieces of evidence: first all the disappearances happened during night. Second, the boarded up silversmith and his erratic behavior. Third, not everyone who has vanished remained that way, some have returned changed. Fourth, at the location Victoria and I were investigating had beast hair and claw marks on the inside of the cupboards. However, thee behavior isn't consistent with the most famous variant of lycanthropy, werewolves. Werewolves are brutal killers, and the messy bodies left behind would not be easily covered up, even if law enforcement were in on it. However, when I saw the boy morph in my grasp that sealed it. He didn't take lupine features, but those of a rodent. I'm no expert on lycanthropy, but I'm fairly certain we're dealing with a nest of wererats. What their goals are I don't know yet, but given the reactions to the people on the street to the boy's display at least I could say that they haven't overrun the township just yet."[/color] Marita picks up the silver ring from the table and holds it aloft.

[color=FF6C5C]"Silver is anathema to lycanthropes. It is likely that if one pressed this ring onto their tongue that it would quickly burn them and leave some sort of mark. Robert, Lea, Daisy, I would like each of you to perform this test, or I'm afraid this is the extent to which I can trust any of you in this town"[/color]