[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->Bed & Breakfast [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] Panic [/cell][/row][/table][center]━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━━[/center] It was obvious something was up as soon as the fog became a factor. They had also been warned earlier that even mundane rodents were untrustworthy. However, it was an entirely different matter when one could see for oneself just what kind of challenges they were dealing with. Marita's heart leapt up into her throat at the sight of all those eyes. Blood stopped cold in her veins before quickening to the pace of a river's rapids. It was only after it became apparent that the rodents weren't interested in attacking them yet that she allowed herself to let out the breath she hadn't realized she was holding in. Marita took the mace and even in the poor viewing conditions of the situation was taken aback by the craftsmanship of her previous rather basic weapon. The few seconds she spent appreciating Mallard's work was just long enough that he shut the door before she was able to return his dagger to him. It bothered her more than it should that she hadn't fulfilled her end of the bargain, but not holding up her word, even in a minor circumstance went against the path. She resolved to return it first thing in the morning, assuming that they would be able to make it through the night. Given the current situation, the cleric decided it would be wisest to keep the mace in hand in the extremely likely case that she would need use of it in the next few minutes. [color=FF6C5C]"It would be a poor idea to return to camp now."[/color] Marita observed, upping her pace to just below a job to keep up with the much taller Kathryn. She tried to choose her words carefully to avoid giving away more information than necessary just in case their observers had a greater capacity for language than expected. It was difficult to do so between the increase in exertion and her mental state. [color=FF6C5C]"The primary advantage it had is that as far as we knew, apart from a select group of people it was an unknown location. Knowing what we know now, if we went straight back it would compromise what safety it offered. If we want to go back, we'd have to make sure that we didn't have any uninvited company."[/color] Furthermore, there was nothing to indicate that even if they were able to escape the numerous eyes of the rats they'd spotted minutes prior that they wouldn't be found by yet more rodents in the Hayloft. Such buildings were not known for their resilience against pests. Unfortunately, it appeared that for the rest of the night they would have to improvise and pray for the best to make it through. At least they were better equipped to protect themselves now.