<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/>Mercusio recognized enough that the old woman’s gestures are prelude to casting of a spell, and acted more on self-preservation than anything else as he tried his luck in rectifying the situation. “Woah! Easy there grandmother, we’re not your enemies here.” He raised his hands into the air, one still holding his crossbow but he hoped the gesture was enough to dissuade them from proceeding with their rash actions. “Do we look like raiders to you?  Look,” he tilted his head, motioning to Cuth and his family. “Surely you know these folks with us? Your neighbors?”<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">persuasion</div><div class="spoiler_body">rolls: 7</div></div>