<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/>In her mind's eye, Hectavia began to sketch out the shape of the island as best she could, noting the cliffs, the village, and her path that she has taken from one to the other. It was hard to focus on practicality, though. Every fibre of her being called out to use her newfound magic again. Occasionally, she gave in to temptation and wrought another bolt of deadly fel magic to sear at a rock or shrub. Her new shimmering magical raiment reflected these blasts, flickering with light as they impacted on their stationary targets.<br/><br/>Hunger began to gnaw at the warlock, though. She envisioned wines and succulent tarts, but such things might as well have be honest guards or virtuous maidens – which is to say, impossibilities. Hectavia scanned the area around her for edibles, looking particularly for trees or bushes of the kinds that might bear fruit. She didn't particularly wish to hunt, but food that merely needed to be plucked was a tempting prospect.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Spoiler: Click to Show/Hide</div><div class="spoiler_body">Hectavia will take the delay and try to gather some food. I don't know if any checks are necessary, but you have my permission to roll them for me if they are. She'll use Guidance on herself before making any.</div></div>