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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] Eating
[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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While it was somewhat vexing that her question didn't exactly lead anywhere of tangible benefit based on the fact Robert could answer, she didn't particularly expect it to. If there were such a situation where a whelp who had barely started learning magic somehow became the mastermind behind this entire situation, things were likely fucked up beyond all repair. At least what could be accomplished by a ragtag group of outcasts with little pull on the greater world around them.

However, Marita's expression changed when Robert brought up Waterside. At first a flicker or recognition, but then it became a fair deal more troubled. She recalled a story she heard a year or so ago, apparently something had been living there amongst the populace undetected, killing the townsfolk until it was located and killed by adventuring types at great loss. She didn't know the exact details of the situation, but the structure of that event was eerily similar to the one they were in now. Despite this, Marita composed herself and elected to not bring it up. Right now, as far as she was aware the two situations weren't connected and at worst it would be a red herring that directed them away from what needed to be done and further alarm the others for no substantial gain. For now, she would simply keep this tidbit of knowledge tucked away in her back pocket until it became clear that it was an actual lead to follow.

The cleric remained silent and simply ate her food while the others spoke. When Victoria knocked over the coins, her eyes flicked over to that direction, but she otherwise did not react or comment. Marita could also think of a variety of reasons that a (former) assassin could take to adventuring, but the topic was a triviality at best. As far as the business-related discussion went, it seemed that the others weren't entirely sure about the direction to take and her food was mostly finished at this point, so she might as well speak up once again.

[color=FF6C5C]"In our current situation, it would be best if we stuck together."[/color] Marita turned to the Dragonborn, [color=FF6C5C]"Blueberry was it? You weren't hired for the job, so you don't have the obligation to follow if you don't want. If you'd like, we could try to help escort you out of the township if you'd prefer to remove yourself from the situation entirely. Otherwise you should either stay put in the pub or come with us to the silversmith.  When we get there, unless things go better than expected, only Victoria and I should go in, everyone else keep watch outside in case we have any spies or surprise unwelcome guests."

"As for where the nest is located... unlike any of my prior conclusions, this has absolutely no proof behind it. It's merely a gut feeling, but it might be the Municipal Building. Make of that what you will."[/color] Marita went back to her soup.