She fought to retain self control valiantly, to calm down and not let the heat get the better of her. Still, it was distracting, and Hectavia was so aware of her body's needs that it was interfering with anything she tried to pay attention to. Still, if she could outlast the effect, maybe her body will calm down on her own.<br/><br/>After waiting a bit longer, and the light starting to dim outside, though it was still enough to see normally, she noticed the sounds of movement through the foliage, from much closer than she hoped for. In her state she wasn't paying enough attention to notice whoever was approaching early. Luckily for her though, the sound didn't come from behind her, but some way off to her side. From her hiding place she spotted three men, all rugged looking with dark hair and beards, clad in loincloths and animal hides only, as they moved through the area and towards the tiny settlement. They carried wooden spears with bloody tips between them a total of two knives, and two were dragging the carcass of a large boar behind them while the largest fellow, appearing more brutish and savage than the other two carried a sack on his back that seemed full of multiple, smaller objects or tools from the shape of it. They all wore grim expression on their faces, and once they got clear of the foliage and near their shoreside homes, they started to speak in common among another.<br/><br/>"So, what do we do with Dillan's stuff?" asked one, a lean fellow shoulder length hair as they finished dragging the boar out to near one of the huts.<br/>"We divvy it up equally, survival comes first." answered his partner, a more hunched man while scratching under his beard.<br/><br/>The last one, the biggest and most brutish looking of the three men, placed the sack down inside the hut with the largest bedroll. Coming back out he seemed to notice something though, and he waves the other two over, motioning to them to stay quiet. He pointed towards the ground and all three men started to look for something in the sand, following a trail... Hectavia's trail! She left tracks and didn't cover them, and now these three could follow those tracks to her, likely reaching her hiding spot within a minute or less!<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">Her short rest is interrupted, around halfway through the scene described above happens. Information above is based on her passive perception and her distracted state. More details will require a high enough perception check or some form of social interaction in close proximity.</div></div>