The long black and red scaled naga was laying down with her chests and abdomen on the large table in the massive central command tent of the camp staring at the tent flaps. The naga, named Cathy, was ocassionally rubbing her eyelids with her thumb and index finger, a sign of frustration from her. She had gotten quite far since the time her whole world had been completely destroyed and burned to ash. Over the many months since the village got attacked and reduced to ruble she as well as her following had learned to live off the land... Well most of the time. After a long journey to find out and punish those monsters that ruined her life she had come to this place. She herself have been given the promise of information should she offer herself as well as her daughters as mercenaries to this building army. With such a promise she just couldn't say no.<br/><br/>So instead here she sat in the rounded tent next to the fireplace in it's centre waiting for the other people supposed to show up. She and her daughters had been placed in a mage unit of all things. Of course ever since they left the ruins of their village many of the newborn Gurglemeisters seemed to manifest magic. Most commonly earth magic. Given that she herself acted as sort of a shepherd to these magically talented girls was probably the reason she now sat alone in this command tent in particular. The many girls which Cathy kept calling her daughters was constantly driving her to a headache. Back in the village girls had come and gone, and she had not allowed herself to get close enough to be hurt when they disappeared, most likely into another gut. She had sat in her shrine and interacted with the villagers only when they interacted with her, she sought interaction from them, or when she absolutely needed to do something, such as scare away a threat to the village. The few survivors and everyone born since the attack (which she had come to call her daughters) have come to rely on her for leadership more than ever. As such she find herself unable to not get attacked to her girls. But with the nature of gurglemeisters being what they are, even with her best non-invasive efforts to stop them, they keep vanishing on her.<br/><br/>At first it had brought her grief when they did this, but now it mostly just brought her headache. Like the amount of her daughters that had just fed themselves to pretty much anyone they took fancy to in this camp. As she sat here waiting for the others and slowly nursing her headache she found herself thinking back and wishing she was still just the village protector and de-facto leader and borderline worshipped in her shrine. Granted the borderline in that statement vanished when the village was attack and she have since found out that a good portion of her daughters actually worshipped her, like she was some sort of diety or something. Even with weeks to progress the development Cathy was still unsure how to feel about that. Her stomach currently finishing up with what little remained of her previous meal. A ritual sacrifice to her holyness. It seems just as she was about to get a sense of normalcy back into her life it throws another curve ball at her.<br/><br/>Her eldest and most beloved daughter silently entered the tent which brought a weak smile to the naga. Thankfully, Gaia was magically inclined like most of her other daughters but the girl had many other skills, some of which was not aimed towards being eaten and/or escaping stomach surprisingly enough. Gaia was also not buying into the whole Coilgut cult, probably because of how personally she knew the naga. Perking up a bit, Cathy turned to adress Gaia. "So will the other come soon?" She asked the much smaller girl. To which the girl simply nodded with a smile in return. "They are headed this way as we speak." With that said Cathy raised herself of the table and straightened her clothes just a little bit before coiling up behind it in a more propper sitting position. "Where is Freisha? She is usually very early to these kind of things." She asked of the girl.<br/><br/>The reply was a shake of the head from Gaia. "Given the loud moaning and gulping sounds together with the fact that she never left the tent she entered I think it's safe to say she ain't comming. Supposedly thr tent belonged to some sort of succubi." The girl wiggled herself a bit before giggling when Cathy's stomach made their own gurgling noise. Cathy herself could only groan in response, almost falling to the temptation of collapsing on the table again. She had been both blessed and cursed with these gurglemeisters. "Oh and said succubi is making her way over here." She giggled before going up to the tent pole in the centre. "Now then seeing as I'm not really needed anymore... I'll catch you later mama." She finished before starting to climb up the pole and squeezing out of the small smoke hole at the top. Cathy could see the imprint of the girl as she slid down the roof of the tent, she was sure she even heard her let out a noise of excitement when she did. She smiled a bit. It was that sort of simple enjoyment that Gaia enjoyed that really brought a smile to her lips.<br/><br/>Righting herself into as commanding of a pose as she could, Cathy waited for the others to arrive.