<div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/2ytsUmk.jpg?1)   </div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 14pt;"><strong>Koba  (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1741393)</strong></span><br/><em>Trapmaster/Survivalist<br/>HP: 33; AC 19.  Conditions: None.</em><br/><br/>After the uneventful night, Koba stirs her breakfast with obvious irritation and seems anxious to make it to town.  At their approach, she dismounts, casually observing the exchange at the narrow bridge as she leads her horse back to the carriage, tying it in back with the relief horses.  She makes no move that could be misinterpreted as aggression, except the intentional avoidance of locking eyes with her compatriots for the time being-- a surprisingly passive-aggressive coldness toward her allies as she grows increasingly annoyed with their indecision.<br/><br/>Despite her expected annoyance with his tone, something that's lingered through the night, she actually seems to defer to Salvador... Perhaps because she was already giving him the respect to make the decision, even if she didn't like the tone with which he delivered it.  So it's perhaps a bit of a surprise when she takes a position of behind the coach, and to the right, continuing her stance of deference to those she perceives with an almost tribal-chieftain-like authority, waiting for them to apply their keener perception of human society to broach this interchange.