<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/>Arrows:  50 in quiver<br/><hr/><br/>For a long spell after Orchid's words of warning, there was silence between them.  But Wick felt like he was communicating with her.  He detected her footfalls, her even breaths, the way her strides parted the foliage.  It was enjoyable to listen to.  It was compelling to watch.  But there was no time to salivate over her beautiful curves, or her black mane that hovered over an uncovered neck.  The wind summoned him, and he answered.  Besides, the rangers of the forest had a few stories to tell about druids.<br/><br/>"The rangers speak of the druids of the Rosewood forest," he said, pushing aside a thick palm,  "and they say that they are unrivaled in beauty.  I must say, that though your guise tempts my modesty, I am quite happy to be in your company.  Perhaps we might become better acquainted once all of this is through?  All for the interest of maintaining diplomatic ties between the rangers and the druids, of course."<br/><br/>The rangers had told him never to proposition a druid for sex, but Wick fancied that he had asked nicely!