<div class="floatright">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/c/c0/Mercusio2.jpg)</div><strong>Mercusio Gondsworth</strong><br/><strong>Hit Points:</strong>10/10<br/><strong>Hit Die:</strong>1D8<br/><strong>Armor Class:</strong>15 (17 with shield)<br/><strong>Initiative:</strong>+2<br/><strong>Speed:</strong>30 ft.<br/><strong>Proficiency Bonus:</strong>+2<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Why thank you, Mercusio.  I don't mind sharing, though I’d like to hear more about you, as well  Is that a tang of Sembia I hear in your accent?”<br/><br/>Mercusio’s silly face brightened, breaking into a smile at how things where coming with him and the half-elf.  Maybe there is still a chance between them, maybe.  He noticed the sad tone in her voice with the mention of her late adoptive father.<br/><br/>“My sympathies to your late foster parent.  That ring you wear, is it from him?”<br/><br/>Trying to change the subject and brighten the mood, Mercusio entertains K’tanya earlier query. “That…must be my father you hear with in me,” it annoyed him to mention his sire but quickly dismisses the sentiment so as not to sour the mood.  “He’s from Selgaunt, my father.  Went on his own way and headed west to find his fortunes.  He started his own business in Iriaebor, and there met my mother. And her I am.  Of course I was followed afterwards with a couple brothers and sisters.” His voice suddenly turns melancholy.  “My parents wanted me follow in their footsteps, take over the family business so to speak – when the time comes.  But…it’s just not in my heart…”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><em>And there they have</em>, Mercusio perplexedly thought, creasing the ridge between his eyes and nose with emphasis.  The Halfling woman ran off ahead, mentioning something about her master, while the elven strider seemed extremely distraught but it was obvious he was going in, to help those in need.  Even K’tanya seem like willing to help out, her look of determination says it all. She turns to the acolyte, giving him a stern yet expectant look.<br/><br/>“Move, and strike or heal, than move again.  Take shelter when the beast turns on you, then move again when it changes target.”<br/><br/><em>Pardon me? You expect me to help? No, let me rephrased that: You expect me to risk my life to certain, excruciating and painful, death, so as to help a town, and its people – who I don’t know of or give a damn?</em>All this going through the young cleric’s mind along with a great uncertainty on what he must really do.  But the hopeful look in K’tanya’s eyes sank in into Mercusio.  He could not betray her expectations of him, not now. No, that is not correct; he has to do this on his volition.  After all he is a cleric, with powers granted by the Morninglord, to heal and to assist. And there it hit him.  One of his assigned duties for the order was: to assist the people of Greenest in any way he could.<br/><br/>“Oh, fine!  I’ll help.  But I’d expect more than just a simple gratitude, when this is all over.”  Perhaps his decision is the first step in becoming a better man, Mercusio though, as he follows the elf, with K’tanya close by.<br/><br/>