<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 suppressed her annoyance at Terrence's rebuke. Her lips thinned slightly and her red eyes flicker with contempt for the man. But otherwise, she maintained her composure. "Very well, she intoned, folding her arms below her bust, the motion making the fine black silken fabric shift and ripple around her. "You wish to know my skills, and you shall. I am powerful in the arcane arts. I can rend flesh and trick the mind. You shall find such talents useful, I have no doubt."<br/><br/>The woman shifted her weight slightly. The notion of having to pitch her skills to these men as a merchant hawking his wares rankled. Her red eyes turned from Terrence to Sand. "The book is mine. And it surprises me that you find it disconcerting. You are looking at the rest of me, are you not? For your purposes, it suffices to know this: that it is a book of spells, and that it was a gift from a benefactor who will not take kindly to its theft."