<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/>Spells in Effect:  Cat's Grace (+4 to Dex, +2 to AC, +2 to Ranged ATKS, +2 to Dex Abilities and Skills, +2 to Initiative); 1 min/level<br/><hr/><br/>Wearily, the ranger lowered his bow.  His glower became an expression full of relief.  It was obvious that he did not feel confident in the odds presented before him, and he was content that he wasn't required to cast the die just yet.  But Wick wasn't feeling particularly chummy.  Indeed, he was still suspicious of these men, albeit in a non-threatening way.  Furthermore, he was certain that he didn't like the look of one of them.<br/><br/>A high-pitched bird's call resounds high in the air, and a large hawk descends, alighting unto Wick's extended elbow.  Wick casually toys with the hawk's beak, and then glances askance at the others.<br/><br/>"...  I feel that I shall be tested again," he said slowly.