[center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center][table][row][/row][row][cell] [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 [color=FF6C5C][i][b]Conditions:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=FF6C5C][i][b]Location:[/b][/i][/color] Silversmith [color=FF6C5C][i][b]Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [color=FF6C5C][i][b]Reaction:[/b][/i][/color] N/A [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] Maritaa considered Mallard's offer. Everything he said went up against the assumptions she had going in, and although she was loathe to be proven wrong, on the subject of metallurgy she knew essentially nothing and the man in front of her was easily, demonstrably her superior. Although to her mere moments before, it did not actually matter which of her weapons were silvered, this contradiction between ego and logic caused her to pause for several seconds before gingerly reclaiming her dagger and setting down the mace on his counter. A passing thought in the back of her head said that a silvered dagger could still be more versatile, if not in combat, in other situations. But she disregarded it. They needed all the firepower they could get. As far as the guard was concerned, she continued to keep herself out of it. If he went to do something untoward, she would be able to step in, but as it were she hadn't a dog in this race. Even being the semi-literal judge of every situation she found herself in, she could go either way here. She didn't want the man dead and he could be a useful source of information, but he was also dangerous, a liability and dead weight. When Kathryn vehemently protested that they would not resort to torture, Marita casually looked away. Of course, she would never do harm unto someone without adequate justification [i]however,[/i] the two of them were well acquainted, and it was miraculous how well a bit of force made people reevaluate their position and what they were willing to divulge. Hells, even the mere threat of it and perhaps a demonstration that you were willing to do it was often more than enough to do the trick. But the utility of violence during inquisition was not a topic she was going to bring up at a time and situation like this. Perhaps if she somehow ended up alone with the restrained guard in the meantime. Information about the hammer was novel, but also not something Marita was interested in. It might be moontouched, but as a worshipper of a Solar deity, that didn't do enough to change her disposition on the subject. Even if Pholtus' light was silver as a full moon. Marita's body tensed up when she heard the knocks at the door. There was no way that Mallard would simply let anyone in based on how he had been acting up until this point. This felt like an obvious trap. She wanted to tell everyone to be quiet until whoever was at the door left on their own, but the aggravating part of the situation was that she couldn't. If she spoke too loudly it would undo the entire point of speaking up in the first place, and it would also give Kathryn's new charge a route to causing trouble for them at little effort or risk to himself. Unfortunately, Kosara unprompted did almost the worst thing she could other than opening up the door to let the guest have unrestricted access to the inside of the shop. The cleric's voice stopped midway up her throat and she reached out to stop what was happening before her eyes before she let her head drop into the palms of her hands. [i]This is yet another trial from the gods,[/i] she told herself. [i]You shall overcome it as you have before.[/i]