[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->Outside->Hopefully the Public House [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] [color=FF6C5C]"I'll return your blade. You have my word."[/color] Marita placed her fist over her heart as she made the vow. She grabbed the box and the dagger, tucking the latter into her belt. She didn't really trust any of the others to make the delivery to be honest. Kathryn and BB were both sore thumbs, liable to attract attention and trouble just from their size, let alone the rest of their appearances. Victoria [i]probably[/i] would make the delivery, but there was always the chance that the bard would get a bit too curious and peek inside the packaging, and in the worst case scenario attempt to pilfer it for herself. It wasn't a huge chance, but why play those odds when there was no reason to. And lastly, Kosara was Kosara. She combined the worst traits of the others by being a sore thumb and fickle simultaneously. She'd never steal the contents of their delivery, but the chances of her getting distracted were much more real of an issue. No, the cleric was the one to hold onto the box. [color=FF6C5C]"She's... different. She hails from another land, but I don't think that truly explains her [i]uniqueness[/i]. As far as I can tell, her heart is in the right place, but she is naïve and has and odd way of seeing the world. At the very least I doubt any of her more extreme proclivities are due to hellfire running through her veins."[/color] At least if it were, it was hellfire she was acutely unaware of. This was about as positive an appraisal she could give of the warlock. At times she felt like dealing with Kosara was more akin to looking after a child, a task she felt quite ill-suited towards. But the group already had enough rumors spreading about them, there was no need to add more fuel to that fire. Marita made her way out the back door and made a quick evaluation of the different routes that they had available to them. Going through the window never even crossed her mind. Even if it had, that would be breaking and entering, and they had no reason to want to get into that particular building anyways. If she had been a bit more criminally minded, it might have occurred to her that this random building might be a good place to dump the guard's unconscious body, but as it were the routing seemed obvious to her. [color=FF6C5C]"We should go through the South. It's our best chance to slip by unnoticed." She whispered to the rest of the group.[/color]