[center][h3][color=8493ca]Hector Wyland[/color][/h3][/center]
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After only a single day of training, Hector felt like every single drill sergeant that he'd been through had nothing on Ruecian. Whereas they mostly barked orders, Ruecian was the type to go: "You should be able to dodge this after a while" and then slam you into the ground at full force with magic. And after they were done, he'd boast that the next time he wouldn't have to "go easy"! As if the dislocated shoulder and pounding headache the day after weren't signs of the magus having all the delicacy of an avalanche handling a tea set. But...it was fruitful, at the very least.

Covered in bruises and with his back feeling as if he'd carried a boulder with it, Hector had gained serious understanding of two things come the days end: The explosive power a Magus unleashed in combat, and how to react quickly to a magic-oriented threat. Ruecian was leagues above him now, but Hector had managed to dodge...once. Just once. And then immediately get hit afterwards. But it was still a sign that the marksman wasn't just taking his lumps without the lesson. In spite of the fear that next time Ruecian was serious about not going easy on him, Hector was thankful for the lesson.

Or at least he would be if his face wasn't swollen up on the right side on the day THE Inquisitor Pensworth was arriving for an inspection, along with Tethys Zaerado herself! And despite that, it felt half of the tower barely understood the significance of their arrival, with some actively squabbling and displaying improper manners, even in the Inquisitor's presence. Hector on the other hand stood at military attention, chin up, chest out, shoulders back, and stomach in. And, once Tethys spoke after Grisha and Alexandra's introduction, Hector felt a cold bead of sweat roll down his neck. Introductions were in order, and Hector was eternally grateful that his fellow Flugell noble Einer had presented a perfect opportunity to interject in the shotgunning of self-introductions.

[color=8493ca][b]"Right you are, Einer,"[/b][/color] Hector said after the bard, giving a respectful military salute. [color=8493ca][b]"Hector Wyland, former Corporal of Flugell Reserve Company 6-2."[/b][/color] An introduction that served to identify his duty and past experience rather than his birth, not like he didn't think it was important, but to an inquisitor, a blue-blooded nobleman had as little protection or meaning as a street thug when it came to investigation. Even Hector's own father cowed to them, and Hector had learned well enough to do the same.