Chapter 2: Service to the Following

Grom you notice in you peripheral vision that Pakano is also qucikly heading towards the spear. You do however reach it moments before him.

The spear is crafted from fire-treated ash wood and tipped with a serrated steel broadhead. A tattered deer hide banner is tangled around the shaft near the spearhead, you can't make out what it's emblazoned with, but you see black and red markings. A charred human hand hangs from a leather strap tied to the spear’s shaft. Shattered wrist bones tumble from the base of the severed appendage like pebbles from an open sack.

"I saw it first!" he complains. Then he looks around at the rest of the group. "Who objects to my right to this spear? I challenge you to a wrestling match for this prize!"

Pakano snorts at Igbork's attempt at deception. "Humility is something the weak has invented to make themselves feel better," he scoffs at Grom's words.

He tosses aside his own spear and assumes a wrestlers stance as he waits for Atticus.

The match begins evenly, though Pakano has an early advantage. Does not take long however, before Atticus have figured out his fightning style. He is able to grab Pakano and lift him over his head and knock him to the ground with a heavy thud. He gets back on his feet, but the lift took all energy out of the warrior and he isn't able to put up much of a fight after this. Moments later, he lays pinned to the ground beneath Atticus.

Once let go, he quickly gets up and starts complaining. "You didn't wrestle honorably!"

He gives an angry stare, but seems to accept he lost the spear when you hear him mutter. "Spear looks cursed anyway."

Sulkily he gets back to the task at hand and fills his wicker basket with water.

Looking the spear over you notice it is quite well made, and in fact radiating a magical aura. Looking at the deer hide banner you see it is emblazoned with the black silhouette of a woolly mammoth against a backdrop of red flames.