Mo'Toya returned from the fringes of the opening, gathered berries cradled in the palms of her hands as she watched while Gall beat the living hell out of a solid steel shield, only to shatter his club against its unyielding surface.  Her multi-hued eyes darted over to Voran, catching sight of him as he hurled his newly gifted weapon into the stout surface of a tree.  The witch simply shook her head, although she could not suppress the thin grin that found its way upon her blue stained lips.  It was good to see such eagerness amongst the fierce warriors that had been summoned here.  But would that eagerness and courage falter when they came face to face with Mordacious.  Mo'Toya whispered a nearly silent prayer to the spirits that such would not come to pass as she slipped the berries into a loose sack of leather stuffed with cotton.<br/><br/>No time like the present to introduce myself.  The thought passed through her addled mind as she came to stand slightly behind the stocky dwarven warrior that called himself Gostim.  One hand came to rest lightly upon the dwarfs broad shoulder while they watched as Voran retrieved his spear.  "I see you met my Great Grandmother, Shaman Nuthia."  Her two toned eyes gazed down to Gostim as she smiled deeply.  "She raised me, taught me much of what I know, and much of what I have yet to learn."  Mo'Toya turned her attentions over towards the blanket where weapons, shields, and more remained laid out for the chosen champions to pick through.<br/><br/>"Perhaps you might help me select a set of fine daggers?"  She left his side, fingers tracing away from his shoulder as she moved with a smooth stride towards the waiting blanket where Etoya and Iseldra stood nearby.  "Unless your people had the foresight to craft needles that would be fitting to deliver the poisons I prefer to breath upon my foes?"  Mo'Toya reached behind her back, unslinging a simple looking tube of bamboo that had been polished and whittled into the shape of a blow gun as she gazed down upon the blanket in search of a finer weapon to claim as her own.