Continuing her odd pattering speech, the half elf stares straight ahead. "My name is Kaheksa. As for the cultists, no, I am not here on their behalf nor would I be welcome in their home; I am here for myself. And I expected someone on the road because I had cast a scrying spell on the woman you slew, thus knowing there was someone on their way; when I didn't hear fighting, I knew you had to have halted to sleep, and so I stayed near the road looking around trying to sense someone with thoughts until you saw me first." She spreads her hands. "I expect you will attack at sunrise? My little sister will expect the most obvious attack, having little subtlety in what passes for her soul nowadays, but likely doesn't even know you're coming yet. She's created and... shaped... a large number of creatures in these woods, though, that are something more than wild and something less than believing guardians."<br/><br/>---<br/><br/>Gorun stretches, looking around. Turilia seemed on first glance okay, and Eiyre was... hugely swollen with her meals and sleeping peacefully away without any of the loud gurgling that would signal a decided reduction in the party's fighting ability. Sira too is coiled up nearby, eyes shut and still. Nothing too far out of the ordinary...<br/><br/>[[Perception!<a class="postlink" href="http://orokos.com/roll/143807">http://orokos.com/roll/143807</a>:<span style="text-decoration: underline">1d20+2</span><span style="font-weight: bold">17</span>]]<br/><br/>...but on a second look, his eyes find things that hadn't quite jumped out on a first sweep to his black-and-white vision. Near Eiyre, there's a naked female form frozen near the oracle's stomach, one hand tentatively out to it and her head and eyes staring at Gorun; Turilia has another nude form down on her stomach with mouth gaping open, inches away from the crown of the magus's head, but eyes also locked on Gorun... as she very slowly closes her mouth, wary stare on the monk. And near Gorun's own bedroll another of the intruders squats frozen. She's got flowers either braided into or part of her hair, and though without color it's impossible to tell she certainly looks to have plantlike features from what Gorun can see; very delicate and a exotic, attractive face that definitely wouldn't be on any human or elf at any rate. "Uh... hi?" The one near Gorun whispers. "We uh... can you, uh, spare any food, mister?" She smiles nervously.<br/><br/><br/>[[Not cutting off the sleeping arrangement fun by any means, but this is a thing that will happen while everyone is peacefully sleeping away. I blame Albali for being responsible and waking Gorun up.<img alt=":lol:" src="./images/smilies/icon_lol.gif" title="Laughing"/>]]