<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/KdC65vU.jpg)</div><strong>Maeve Bancroft</strong>(http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1777229)<br/><em>LG Human Warpriest of Erastil</em><br/><br/><hr/><br/>Maeve meant to talk to Hagan that evening, try to convince him to accept the offer to join the militia, but what with all the dancing and celebration going on she never quite found the time to get around to it. In the end, an exhausted, danced-out Maeve went to sleep to a joyous evening...<br/><br/>...and woke up to a mournful morning. After getting dressed, she followed the crowd to the Ramblehouse. Her face paled upon hearing the rumours of Rodrik Grath's death. They had just spoken last night! And today, it was too late... She redoubled her efforts to push through the crowd and get to the scene.<br/><br/>"Was it foul play?" she whispered, dreading either answer.<br/><br/>