<div class="floatright">(https://i.imgur.com/l3Xq5en.jpg)</div><strong>Hagan Bancroft</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1768445)<br/><sup><em>Lvl 1 Human Slayer</em></sup><br/><strong>HP</strong>:  11 / 11;<strong>AC</strong>:  19;<strong>CMD</strong>:  17<br/><strong>Location</strong>:  Trunau<hr/>"Is that so?" Hagan asked, folding his arms across his broad chest.  He didn't seem especially happy to have the offer extended to him, in fact, his brow knit with concern as he mulled over the words of the Grath brothers.  The silence stretched on, and he picked up his head, looking over at Maeve through the corner of his eye.<br/><br/>"...You know I'm just a wanderer, I just come around when it suits me." he said with a sigh, closing his eyes.  That was true, certainly, but it was also true that this town had sheltered him and his sister when they were at their most desperate.  Even now, it was still her home.  Just how long was he going to let the winds of fate throw him around?  Finally, he groaned lowly, tilting his head back, reluctantly speaking up again.<br/><br/>"I'll consider it." he finally settled on.  This wasn't the sort of answer he could give easily, in the end.  Now, even more than before, he wanted something to drink to forestall any of this heavy thinking.