<div class="floatleft">(http://[url=http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923001756-81b5a4b7.jpg]http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923001756-81b5a4b7.jpg[/url])</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 18pt;"><span class="bbc_font" style="font-family: impact;">Mercution Ayres</span></span><br/><em>Jack of All Trades</em><br/>Character Sheet (http://www.myth-weavers.com/sheetview.php?sheetid=309220); 99 HP; AC 17<br/><hr/><br/>Mercution tilts his head rightwards as he considers Aureana's question.  It was a difficult question to answer.  He had graduated from the Unseen Academy for the purposes of not having a specialty.  Indeed, he was like a ranger.  He was like a rogue.  He was like a wizard.  He could be like a fighter, if he wanted to.  He could heal like a cleric.  Mercution could even cast divine spells, but not today.  The breadth of his knowledge was impressive.  But it wasn't impressive enough to be defined by a specialty.<br/><br/>"No specialties, but I can open a good lock," he said.   "I do not know about the reptile's reasons for accompanying you, my lady.  I am here because I enjoy dungeons.  No baths.  No society.  No civilization.  Rotten secrets.  Terrible creatures.  Death around every corner.  And, I do not mean to be forward, but I can think of worse ways to spend a couple of weeks underground.  What, with a trio of attractive women in tight quarters.  In fact, my last job entailed duty alongside large men with high protein diets.  So, I've been there and done that."  Mercution crouched, his knees beside his shoulders, his fists pushing down against the marsh.  "Please do not permit my presence to fluster you.  I am full of good intentions."