<div class="floatleft">(http://drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/19/20100919230558-9765ca7b.jpg)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;"><span class="bbc_u">A Man of Mercury:</span></span></span><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Devrier Wick</span></span><br/><em>Ranger of the Rosewood Forest</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=263351); 44 HP (Current 44); AC 22<br/>Arrows:  44 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>The ranger quietly looked down at Orchid's outstretched hand, but did not shake it.  He apologetically lifted his palm up, and demonstrated that his gloves were dirty with the remains of wolf, and layered with dirt, as he had begun to rummage through the werewolf's den before being attacked.  He glanced at the wolf, then back at Orchid.<br/><br/>"Thank you nevertheless for coming to my assistance," he said, his voice deep, his words carefully chosen.  "I do not understand any of this.  I have been following a man-eating wolf for the last couple of days, and it led me to its den.  Of course, it was not a wolf, but a werewolf.  Did you come because you saw the smoke from the pyre?"  He didn't stay to chat; he began to sort through the bleached skeletons of victims, attempting to find something in the way of loot among them.<br/><br/>Orchid could probably see that he had begun tanning a wolf's hide, as well as created a funeral pyre for the werewolf and its victims' remains.<br/><br/><br/>OOC:  Search 21