[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] Avonshire->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] [color=FF6C5C]"Aye,"[/color] Marita said in agreement to Kathryn's response to the state of their plans tomorrow, in that there were none. [color=FF6C5C]"We didn't have the time to really sort things out, irksome as it is."[/color] In addition to some of the ideas put forth by the other party members in the earlier discussion, there were a few courses of action Marita could think of for the next day, assuming there were no radical changes of circumstance during the night, but nothing had been set in stone. She hoped that there were no such changes, but part of her felt a dire certainty that the next several hours would go very smoothly for either herself or the township of Avonshire. The seemingly inevitable alteration of the situation also made it so that even if they had come up with a plan in the Public House that it would no longer be actionable come sunrise, however she still felt as though the benefit of having tangible goals would outweigh the negatives any complications could bring about. [color=FF6C5C]"Would you be able to light up my shield, Kosara?"[/color] It felt obvious that if any objects were to have magical light attached to them, it should be the shield with the big sun insignia emblazoned on it. It was also already being held in hand, so it wasn't like she would be burdened by it. Not to mention that the only light source being a couple of swords felt... wrong. There wasn't really much more to it than that. Her thoughts on this matter were more or less entirely fueled on her emotions. [color=FF6C5C]"I can only pray that you're right about that, Kathryn. To me this atmosphere feels more like,"[/color] the set up before an ambush. She dared not utter the words aloud, lest she unwittingly speak it into existence, regardless of whether it was true or not. For all she knew, ever since they set foot into the fog they had been watched from every available window in Avonshire. If that were the case, at the very least now they wouldn't be fighting blind when the first strike came. For all the ill it did for traveling stealthily, if the enemy is better at navigating the shadows it was a net positive for everyone to be able to see.