To Mercusio, kobolds were merely dragons walking on two legs. Their small size and silly – if not annoying – chattering barks made it hard to take them seriously, even with them giving chase and harassing a human family, most who are bigger than them.  This naivety by the young cleric would change as one of the small humanoids manages to land a bullet, squarely, on the half-elf’s pretty face, in spite her best efforts in dodging it.<br/><br/>“No! K’tanya!”  Mercusio rushed to her side, taking hold of her to steady her balance.  “This is why I still think, this is a big mistake!” he said behind her ear, not too loudly but enough to be heard in the din of chaos going on around them. He then quickly prayed to his patron deity, grasping his holy symbol with one hand. “Oh, Lathander! Grant me your healing power!”  He felt the Morninglord’s will coursing through his person and channeling through his arms and fingers, and into half-elf’s tender flesh.<br/><br/>He turned her to face him, brushing away her fiery locks out of the way to examine her wound.  “You good?” and seeing no sign of any gash, not even stains of blood, he said. “You're good” nodding and patting her shoulders.<br/><br/>"Get into cover!"<br/><br/>“Now that, man, has the right idea.”<br/><br/><hr/><br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Turn</div><div class="spoiler_body">Moves in to K'tanya<br/>Action: casts cure wounds on her<br/>Cure wounds: At 2015-01-07 17:28:02, rikka (uid: 42423) rolls: 1d8a8 Result: 11 (https://elliquiy.com/forums/dicebot.php?r=70103)</div></div>