"How's dinner coming along?" Terrence asked, causing the half-elf Sand to shrug.<br/>"Will take a while. Should also set up water for tomorrow, so it can cool during the night." he answered.<br/><br/>There was a moment of awkward pause after her question, when the three men looked at each other. One part of Hectavia was hoping that they decided that all three of them should have her, at once. The thought made her shiver involuntarily.<br/><br/>"One should watch the fireplace, food and water. One should keep watch. That leaves one of us to get to know our new friend better. We'll have to rethink roles and how to manage a schedule with work, now that Dillan got himself, and nearly all of us killed." Sand spoke his thoughts, taking a thin piece of wood from among what they had gathered earlier, breaking it into three uneven pieces, showing them to his fellows before shuffling them and holding them in a clenched fist so that the ends looked the same and it was impossible to tell which one was longest or shortest. "Everyone fine drawing for it? Unless Hectavia has a preference...?" he looked at her briefly, waiting for an answer.<br/><br/>The warlock could feel her heart race and her core pulse, alien thoughts whispering to her how bad she needed to be fucked, her need only growing with time.