<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 watched the progress of the three men through their camp. They're all rough and savage and carrying the prize of their hunt between them. Her eyes passed over the presumed leader – at least by size and strength – and then the two others. There's a heat in her body that makes the brutes attractive, somehow, but she sneers internally at that assessment.<em>I'll not spread my legs because of a few berries.</em><br/><br/>Suddenly, the men spring into action. Hectavia cursed her clumsiness, realizing just what the men have seen when they tense up and start to stalk. She can't out-hunt them... Perhaps she could out-fight them, but she wouldn't want to try her luck against all three at once. That left one option: talk. She emerges from the tree-line onto the white sand beach, holding her hands up so that her palms are facing the men, level with her shoulders. "There's no need for any unpleasantness," she states crisply. "You'll understand my need for caution. I wanted to make sure you weren't ghastly beasts before I made myself known."<br/><br/>The tiefling strutted forward, just a step. "But since you're not, perhaps we can come to an arrangement regarding Dillan's possessions? It seems that you don't need them any more, whereas I do so require materiel."