<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/><em>Blast.</em>The ruse was over. They weren't so stupid as they looked, reflected the tiefling with a ghost of a scowl crossing her corrupted face. She said as much: "You're all so clever, and you've certainly caught me. You wouldn't blame me for my lie, though. It's dangerous around here."<br/><br/>Hectavia stepped forward as she's bidden by the men, trying to keep the signs of her mostly-unbidden arousal to a minimum, steadying her breathing and holding her head high. "I am Hectavia Koth. And you are?" Her head turned slowly, taking in each man in turn. Hunched. Long-haired. Half-orc.<br/><br/>She went on, brusquely. "Like you, I have been exiled here. I don't expect to be here long, however, with my magical prowess. Perhaps we can be of some assistance to one another."