<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 thought he was dreaming, and to him time seemed to slow down, as K’tanya gave him a longing look, a sign of gratitude perhaps, her body leaning on him for support.  He gulped; he could feel her warmth mingling with his, her fragrance strangely sweet after much exertion spent in a short span of time.  She was going to kiss him that he much knew.  He started to reciprocate her move, and when he thought what he dreamt of many nights, during their journey together, would finally happen, now!  Came to an abrupt end, as the half-elf recovered from her daze, jumping out of the acolyte’s hold, and the first thing she did was to dispatch one of the remaining kobolds with her magic.<br/><br/>“You’re most welcome,’ he glumly said, to no one in particular.  He saw the elf chase after another kobold, cutting it down with much finesse with a dual display of his blades, but not before being cut himself by one of the rather vicious draconic vermin earlier.  After done with the deed, the elf sees to the welfare of the family, who appear relatively safe and sound.<br/><br/>“Excuse me, sir elf? But wouldn't the keep provide a better place of refuge against a siege, more so against a ravaging dragon, than any of the other buildings in town?  It may hold for days, if we are lucky," Mercusio suggested, trying to gain composure over the situation. "Besides we're sitting ducks right here, right now.  If we don't move quickly, the kobolds, or worst, the dragon might be upon us anytime!"<br/>