<div style="padding: 3px; background-color: #FFFFFF; border: 1px solid #d8d8d8; font-size: 1em;"><div style="text-transform: uppercase; border-bottom: 1px solid #CCCCCC; margin-bottom: 3px; font-size: 0.8em; font-weight: bold; display: block;"><span onclick="if (this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display != '') {  this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = ''; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;hide&lt;/a&gt;'; } else { this.parentNode.parentNode.getElementsByTagName('div')[1].getElementsByTagName('div')[0].style.display = 'none'; this.innerHTML = '&lt;b&gt;Spoiler: &lt;/b&gt;&lt;a href=\'#\' onClick=\'return false;\'&gt;show&lt;/a&gt;'; }"><b>Spoiler: </b><a href="#" onclick="return false;">show</a></span></div><div class="quotecontent"><div style="display: none;">EDIT: After reading Kitts' recent PM, I decided my opening paragraph was a too snippy in Lilium's direction. I've reworded it so it's a little more favorable.</div></div></div><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lilium wrote:</cite>“Oh? So the rumors were true. The tribes seem to be dominated more or less by their instincts.”</div></blockquote><br/>Sherani's face flashes a moue of displeasure before she obscures it (fairly unconvincingly) behind an exagerrated cough.<span style="font-style: italic">Geez, for somebody who doesn't wanna be judged, she's pretty damn good at jumpin' to conclusions.</span>It's very, very tempting to give Lilium a tongue-lashing for her assumptions, especially after the alleyway moment earlier, but... well, she really<span style="font-style: italic">is</span>pretty damn good at jumping to conclusions. Pretty much spot-on, actually. Instead, Sherani forces herself to take a deep breath to steady herself while she tries to figure out how to put a better spin her fellow foresters.<br/><br/>"Well, it's not like they go around humpin' everything, y'know. I'm just sayin' they're not exactly shy around hot girls. Hell, they've known me since I was a kit, an' I still get wolf whistles sometimes."<span style="font-style: italic">And sometimes I get a lot more,</span>she adds to herself.<span style="font-style: italic">Come to think of it, I never got around to handling half those calls from last time. I wonder if that cute batty's still free...</span>For a brief moment, the prospect of future partners threatens to push the topic of her friends' safety from Sherani's mind entirely; fortunately, a POP from the fire hitting a particularly resinous patch of wood draws her attention back to the campsite before her brain is entirely taken over by her "to-do" list.<br/><br/>"Anyway," she resumes, turning to Rak. "You..."<br/><br/>*Sherani's previous spiel resumes here*<br/><br/><br/><blockquote><div><cite>Lilium wrote:</cite>“How high would you regard their loyalty? Could we count on them should a final confrontation with Lesik occur? You also mentioned they gang up, could we rely on their abilities in small numbers?”</div></blockquote><br/>"The Hevex'll stick with us as long as it helps them," Sherani replies. "They're all about keepin' the peace, not starting anything they don't have to. They won't declare war on the Gorvax just because we say so, but if picking off Lesik keeps their camps safe, they'll do it in a heartbeat. As for what they<span style="font-weight: bold">can</span>do... well, they're a small tribe, but they've got some of the biggest badasses in Falteen on their side. They'll tear through Gorvax grunts, no problem."