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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	[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] Attack, Spare the Dying
[color=FF6C5C][i][b]Bonus Action:[/b][/i][/color] N/A
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Well this situation was rapidly becoming untenable. Exactly what she had feared had come to pass, and there wasn't anything that she could think to do in the situation that would smooth things over. Had she not had to use her Voice of Law a few minutes prior, she was fairly confident in her ability to at least prevent a potential riot, now things were much more dicey. However, putting everything on the table, one thing was clear: they couldn't let the guard continue on as he was. There and then she made a snap decision that would likely make them look worse than they already did, but this was a no-win situation.

A displeased sneer on her face, the cleric reached over and grabbed her mace from the counter before taking a few strides over to the guard. Wordlessly, she lifted the mace before bringing it down on his head, swiftly knocking him out. She hadn't swung it as hard as she could, or even with a particularly notable amount of force, but she felt from the moment of impact that she happened to hit just the right spot to do a lot more damage than she was anticipating. Chances were that he'd need some kind of medical attention soon or risk death. Well, it didn't matter too much to her right now. If she didn't have quite the skillset she had, perhaps she would have said something or been worried by it, but as it stood, her face twisted in displeasure just a bit more as she turned around and gently set the not-quite-finished-yet weapon back on the counter.

[color=FF6C5C]"If I had a better option I wouldn't have interrupted your work,"[/color] she said to Mallard. [color=FF6C5C]"I hope you understand."[/color] The cleric swiftly made her way back to the unconscious guard and knelt down, touching his forehead coincidentally around the point of impact.

[b][color=FF6C5C]"Spare the Dying."[/color][/b]

Nothing happened outwardly, unlike most of her spells which came with a significant amount of flash, but if her feeling was right and he was indeed in near-critical situation, he would be stable now. And if he wasn't, she didn't have to expend any resources to do this and there was nothing to worry about as far as accidental deaths went. With that cantrip cast, that was all she needed to do as far as that problem was immediately concerned. If she had the time, she would gag him to avoid further issue, but that seemed to be out of the question. Also unfortunate that she probably wouldn't have access to her primary weapon for some time, but she had to choose which losses to take now. She looked up towards Blackberry who made the most sensible suggestion she had heard all day.

[color=FF6C5C]"Agreed, we should leave now. Mallard, is Robert's package ready to take back to him? I would hate to have to face him empty-handed after everything that's happened here."[/color]