Her conjured illusion, proved to be quite simple and lacking much detail, reminding that there was more power to be gained. Still, the simple spell did what it was supposed to, creating a visual distraction to draw notice from whoever might have been here.<br/><br/>There was silence, seemingly no response to the illusion. Hectavia followed after and soon she herself found out that there was currently not another soul present. She did however find signs of life deeper in, a couple of pots and a dormant fireplace that looked like it was recently, even regularly used. There were a few fishing nets, full of tears and holes, repaired clumsily, and inside one of the huts on a string, several dried plant leaves and flower petals were hung from a beam. In a small neat pile in another hut, there were twigs and smaller logs arranged, a small storage of firewood. There were also several cloth rags that were used as blankets in what she wouldn't normally have considered beds, more like stacks of hay covered with the rags and a small, hay stuffed sack serving as pillows. She counted four of these in total, one of them larger and wider than the other three, and each was in a separate hut. Curiously, she found that the materials and construction of the hut seemed different, older than many of these things, hinting that the homes were built some time before they were put to use.<br/><br/>The place was inhabited allright, but the people were away for the time being. If it was going to get dark, they were likely to return soon. It was up to Hectavia to decide if and how she wanted to meet the folk once they returned. She might have had enough time to search the huts in more depth before then, see if she could find any useful tools, weapons or food reserves... then again, if she was caught than she would be likely viewed as thief, or worse, a monster.