<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/>Hectavia felt her breath catch in her throat as the lots were drawn and the half elf – Sand – asked for her opinion. The part of her that is still a pampered aristocrat wants to say: 'get the hunched one out of my sight. He's imperfect.' But the calculating part knew that he was useful, and that there was no sense in antagonizing him so swiftly.<br/><br/>"Oh, no preference at all," she drawled instead, making a show of languidly stretching out her legs, one after the other. "Only, it occurs to me that, with due attention, it might only take one of you to keep watch and mind the fire. Shortest straw gets the play servant for tonight?"