<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 moments below served to remind Devrier Wick of how little he liked mines.  He didn't like the smell of them; he detested the hot dampness, too.  A growing concern evolved from a kernel in the back of his mind as he walked in the shadows in the company of survivors, and it became obvious to him when the bow-wielding maiden approached.  He had expected someone else.  This was a stranger.  This was not Orchid.  The woman he had befriended in the woods earlier in the day was not present.  Panicked, Devrier approached a number of walls, pressing his nose against them, nostrils flaring, attempting to pick up the scent of the druid in this dark maze.  Nothing.<br/><br/>"Orchid!" he shouted.   "Orchid, can you hear me?!"  He moved past the bow woman.