<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/>A snort, accompanied by a soft growl, emerged from behind them.  There, perched on a dead tree trunk, stood a tiger-faced adventurer, his mouth contorted into a fearsome snarl, his teeth sharp and very real.  He bore his large claws before him, and they appeared shining and dangerous.<br/><br/>"Ah, indeed," he said, his mask distorting his handsome voice into something more feline and more sinister.   "It is good that you have made such little progress and that the sister among you smells so strongly."  Here, the man in the tiger mask leaped down unto the warm marsh and crawled like a panther towards the sister, lightly sniffing her body as he reached her.   "I am sorry I am late.  I had business to conclude."<br/><br/>He then stood upright, looking down at the sister and then at the other two women, as well as the lizard man.<br/><br/>"I am Mercution Ayres; professional adventurer, at your service," he said, bowing at the waist.   "Sister, would you permit me to give you a hand?"  Here, the tiger-masked adventurer extended his gloved hand, which resembled that of a tiger's paw.   "I would hate to force a creature such as yourself the agonies of a swamp."