<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/>Quickly, like a settler moving his furniture before a coming flood, the ranger gathered his things, his trappings and his findings.  He filled his quiver to capacity with the newly found arrows, and set aside the colored arrows in his bag.  He placed his newly made bedroll in his bag, along with what it contained, the werewolf jaw and paw.  Then he took up the coin purses, glanced them over, and quickly put them in his bag, too.  Though the wolf had been butchered, the ranger only took up 20 lbs. or so worth of meat, and this he wrapped in large plant leaves, and packaged with fishing line made from the wolf's tendons.  He methodically took parts from the broken bows as spares.  Finally, the ranger decided to take the best looking of the rusty longswords, and fit it between his back and pack.<br/><br/>"The wind," he said wearily,  "has a strange tendency today.  Perhaps it would be best if we heed it, druid.  For it brought you to me when I was in dire straits, and now it seems to demand our presence elsewhere.  We should not be altogether late.  Elsewise, some poor soul might not be saved."<br/><br/>And with that, the ranger, shadowed by a hawk overhead, began to run through the woods (though slowly, for he was well armed and armored).<br/>