<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/>Hagan had cast a suspicious look at his sister as she'd tugged his hand to bring him up towards the stage.  He wondered, idly, if she'd conspired with the Chief Defender's daughter to wrangle him into this event, dragging him away from the edges of the celebration where he tended to loiter.  Still, wearing the heavy scale armor as casually as most wore a tunic, he allowed her to pull him along with a rueful chuckle.  He went to the end of the line, wrapping the rope around his reinforced gauntlet, taking up the position of anchor for the team without asking.  It wasn't glamorous, but it was important, and he could put his full weight into the task.<br/><br/>It was no easy struggle.  The militia was made up of the strongest youths the village had to offer, after all, and Ruby's team consisted of a young girl, an elf, and a whip of a lad like Halcyon the Craven.  Hagan would never admit it aloud, but as his muscles strained, his face flushed, and the sweat dripped down his face, he felt like the Bancroft survivors were the only ones keeping their team from being pulled along like an errant billy goat.  As his hard soled boots dragged against the wooden slats, he doubted that it would be enough.<br/><br/>Which was when Rodrick's grip at the front of the opposition's team slipped.  Hagan couldn't see what had happened, but he felt the resistance slacken and bellowed out<strong>"<em>PULL!</em>"</strong>, grunting with effort as the veins stood out on his neck.  The momentum had shifted, and this was their only chance to fight back.  So, they fought, and hard, until the Kurst tripped over Rodrik's fallen form, and the brightly colored flag jumped across the line demarking victory.<br/><br/>Puffing out his cheeks and pushing the breath out in a rush, he tilted his head back and ran his fingers through his hair.  Jostled and pushed by the boisterous people of Trunau, he let Halcyon do what came natural and whip people up into a fervor with his antics.  For his part, Hagan did his best to let the crowd roll over him in their rush to scoop up the guest of honor for the day.  An outsider, he kept the noncommital statements, letting Ruby's status and Halcyon's braggadocio absorb people's attention.<br/><br/>Watching the train of locals carry their new champion hence, Hagan caught his sister's eye, offering her a thumbs up in recognition of her efforts.<br/><br/>"Good effort." he said, a smile tugging at the corners of his lip, "I don't think we'd have lasted long enough to win without you." he said.  Her strength was still strange to him ... he remembered Maeve as a sickly stick of a girl in the old days.  The journey they'd made to Trunau never left his memory, propping her up on his shoulder and half carrying her shivering form for miles through the hills and valleys along an ill kept dirt road.  He'd worried that she'd die on her feet and leave him alone, just one more person he'd failed to save ... but the church had fed her well, and Erastil's blessing seemed to agree with her.  He was still adjusting to the vital, lively young woman who Maeve had grown into while he'd been away on his sojourn.<br/><br/>"I promised Cham I'd help her serve up that boar I brought down for the celebration." he said, nodding his head towards the edge of the festivities.  Hagan had never liked sitting idle, so it wasn't much of a surprise that he'd be trying to make himself useful to his hosts instead of indulging fully in the festivities, "So...catch you again at the archery competition later on?" he offered.