Each second that passed caused Cecilia's excitement and anxious smile to fade slightly. The figures in the distance started as just silhouettes, her mind filling the shapes with heroic forms draped in fantastic armor and glimmering in the light. But as they drew closer, she began making out features; some wore the clothes of peasants, some lacked the stature and form she had imagined, and...were those<em>Gnolls</em>? The gods sent her gnolls?! Cecilia's hand rested against her face, a sigh escaping from her as she tried to deal with the mess this situation was quickly becoming.<br/><br/>But her contemplation was cut short as raised voices reached her ears. Her eyes looked down at the scene below her; they were arguing or perhaps even threatening one another judging by the postures of those she could see. Fantastic. Cecilia rolled her eyes at the display, suddenly wishing she was anywhere but here. Sadly, it was her duty to make sure their egos didn't clash - at least not violently - and she wasn't about to let the world end with some kind of macho pissing contest between those that were<em>supposed</em>to be saving it.<br/><br/>She wasn't supposed to interfere, at least not yet, but she still needed to get closer. She needed to hear what was being said and she needed to be in a position that would allow her to intervene should it come to that. As she walked down the hill toward the gathered heroes, she could only hope it wouldn't come to that. Cecilia shook her head to herself, laughing at the disaster this was quickly evolving into. So much for the plan...