<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 44); AC 22<br/><br/>Arrows:  46 in quiver; 4 in werewolf<br/><hr/><br/>Wick was surprised to see someone here.  He glanced around, then looked intently at the old man.  His ears perked when he spoke.  A hand went to his sword's handle, a finger hooking the hilt.  But Wick did not become imposing or menacing.  He didn't say anything for a long time.<br/><br/>"... Do I detect the sound of incredulity?  As if you had a moral problem with me taking something from this beast?"  He snickered.   "No, I don't think you do.  You don't seem to me to be a fool.  I take what I may need, and leave behind for the fire that which may be tainted.  I do this out of the desire to do what is good, but also out of ignorance.  I'm not really sure whether or not I can use this flesh as nourishment, for I am not certain as to whether or not it carries the gift of lycanthropy.  Tell me, who are you?  Did you come because you heard the battle?"