<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 34); AC 22 (AC 24)<br/>Arrows:  50 in quiver<br/><br/><hr/><br/>The ranger, weary from the day's activities, was not impassive now.  Now that the robed man emerged, the ranger could consolidate his rage and confusion, and he let the hawk fly and his anger boil.<br/><br/>"No, of course we do not know why we are here," the ranger said, snarling.    "I have run the gauntlet today and was plucked from the depths of the forest Rosewood and deposited in the present company BY A GUST OF WIND.  I am informed by those who wish to kill me that I am a Keeper, though I have never heard the expression or truly understand the explicitness of such statements.  Ha!  Do I know why I am here?  No.  I am utterly perplexed as to why I have been chosen to be here to do whatever it is you're going to tell me that I have to do.  Just get on with it."<br/>