##claim Longbow

Dagger - Canassa
Long sword - Ahron
Short sword - Rok
Longbow - Hustus
Crossbow- Faerora
Mace - Greaseface
Glave - Calius
Falchion - Murder Bunny
Scimitar - Randall
Rapier - Lavina
Sickle - Tuuluuwaq
Shuriken - Priggat
War hammer - Khanarak
Shield - Boobarella
Quarterstaff - Malus
Spear - Ordella
Whip - Rara
Sling - Cyrillus
Wooden stool - Marnu
Fists
None (hide) - Pastor Sandro

Hustus snapped out of his reverie. How long had he been staring into the fire, replaying that scene? Given the ongoing flurry of activity that Akmong's announcement had brought, it had likely only been moments, but to some it felt like 25 hours. He vowed not to drift off like that again! No, not when one of a kind items were at stake... Stake! A stake would be good to defend himself with now. But no, there were no stakes. Sure, some had armed themselves with staves, or bar stools (nice one, Marnu!), but his hesitation left him with few choices. He stared down at his empty fists, their well-manicured nails. These hands are for loving, not fighting.

"I hashtag-hashtag claim the Longbow!" Hustus declared as he claimed the Longbow.

He quickly took inventory of the situation. Vandal was also staring blankly down at his own fists, as Hustus had a moment before. "Better him than me," he thought. Marnu was already brandishing the only stool in the whole tavern. All the other patrons patiently queuing up for their turn to sit at the bar would be furious, but it's a giggle dog eat dog world.

Not confident in his ability to use this longbow (Hustus skips arm day in favor of goat leg day) he cried out, "Surely we can talk this out, right? The rules pretty clearly state we shouldn't fight each other!"

"The Forest's Finest? That has a ring to it," answered Hustus. "Or we could call ourselves Friends of the Forest. Keepers of the Wood..." Hustus was so distracted stretching his creative muscles that the string of his new bow slipped between his fingers, sending arrows flying at Greaseface, Ahron, and Malus below.

##Fire Longbow at Team 1

"Lookout below!" he called. "I'd still love for us to find a way to resolve this peacfully."

##Share tragic backstory

Why did people keep getting hurt? Could no one see that I just want to be friends? This shadow has been hanging over me ever since the incident last summer. Everyone sees a satyr and assumes my romantic overtures are violent. The maidens run and scream. Ella ran and screamed right over a cliff. This can't keep happening!