<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/xWvVE62.jpg)</div><div align="center"><strong><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;">Hectavia Koth (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1743167)</span></strong><br/>________________________</div><br/>The inspection of the crude village did not impress Hectavia. The nets, the beds, the huts themselves, all simple in the extreme. The only point of interest, she thought, was how the huts seemed older than the things within them. Perhaps they'd been built by one group and then taken over by another...<br/><br/>Regardless, she wasn't likely to endear herself to whoever lived here by being caught skulking around their camp. Far better to put them at ease first. And so the warlock made her departure from the village. But she did not go far. She made her way to the foliage surrounding the huts and begins – with a few sighs of irritation at the physical labour – to conceal herself there. In her position there, Hectavia waits for the occupants of the village to return.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">That's a 16 on her stealth check. She had dark vision, so seeing as dusk falls shouldn't be a problem.</div></div>