<div class="floatleft">(http://www.drakonis.org/uploads/7/v/0/7v0ng7m0e3/2010/09/23/20100923001756-81b5a4b7.jpg)</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's keen eyes noticed the lizard looking at the priestess on the sly.  He knew how he felt.  There was something very appealing about dumb blondes.  They were fun to play with.  But Mercution wasn't going to attempt to woo her.  No, in the darkness of the tomb, between instances of horror, Mercution was going to defile that woman.  He was going to force himself upon her and have his way.  Everything was permitted within the confines of the tomb.  A sharp glance down at the woman's breasts and then he ventured beside Sinira.<br/><br/>"The adventurer within me is telling me that taking that woman with us will be disastrous," he whispered.   "And the animal within me wants to play.  Would you mind it terribly if I roughed her up a little?  It seems that she needs a bit of instruction."<br/><br/>He found that asking for permission from Sinira excited him even more, but he was probably going to do it anyway even if she didn't relent.