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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] 18->16	[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] The Hayloft->Silversmith
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Marita's face was more dour than usual as the group left the Hayloft. There was naught left to do but stew in the anticipation of the inevitable confrontation as they made their way to the silversmith. Or at least, that's what she thought before she saw Kathryn motion over for her to speak in private. She gave everyone a quick 'wait for a moment' before going along with the much taller woman to hear her out.

[color=FF6C5C]"There is much out of the ordinary going on in this region, but it's unwise to believe all threads intertwine. Not even counting matters such as the fake letters, I've noticed at least a few oddities that appear unrelated to the matter at hand. Attributing everything queer to the machinations of outside sources could easily lead you down a rabbit hole of paranoia. Even if what you say is true, as far as we're aware, that has no bearing on where we are so it can be ignored until it is. There's a guideline you're taught early on when performing an inquisition: Hunting down false lead is more damaging than taking no action at all."[/color] That was all she had to say on the matter. They didn't have the time to stand around and discuss this outside matter, so after she said her piece, she turned to rejoin the group.

[color=FF6C5C]"From what I gather it [i]isn't[/i] open, merely that our silversmith has holed himself up in here. And yes, I grabbed the note."[/color] She looked at the others. Although Victoria was the socialite of the group, she wasn't initiating the encounter. Well, if she wasn't going to do it, it was up to Marita. She thought for a moment on how to approach the situation. Mallard was jumpy and paranoid, so she needed to avoid escalating things needlessly. If she were a softer woman perhaps she would consider talking more softly and attempting to appear as nonthreatening as possible from the outset. Briefly the idea that she could force him to comply using her Voice passed through her head, but she immediately discarded it for obvious reasons. The cleric took another look at herself and the others. Well if there was one way to raise the stakes at a glance, it would be showing up looking ready for a fight. Although it was irritating to be rid of them immediately after picking them up, Marita took off her shield and mace and gently set them against the wall. If it were not such a hassle and involved getting partially undressed, she would have removed her armor as well.

[color=FF6C5C]"Look after my things while we're gone. Victoria, you might want to disarm as well."[/color] Marita cracked her knuckles before striding over to the front door. She rapped her knuckles against the door thrice before speaking in the even, confident voice of a woman of Law.

[color=FF6C5C]"Mr. Mallard, Robert sent us here to pick up his package."[/color] She produced the note the pub owner had written for them and knelt down, sliding it under the door while doing her best to keep it from getting wet. If the ground was too soaked to do be able to do that with the paper in tact, she would simply keep it in hand to hand over if/when the smith opened the door.