<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/><strong>Ammunition:</strong>19 bolts<br/><br/><hr/><br/>“Oh, good.  We finally get to do something smart,” mouthed Mercusio, after hearing the elven strider’s suggestion.  “I hate to think of the odds against such a motley bunch with the way things are.  Oh, and we do implicitly trust in your judgment, Sir Elf.  Don’t we?” he hummed, turning to the others, as if soliciting for their agreement or not.<br/><br/>But in truth the acolyte was worried.  If there is one thing he learned in life and that is things never turn out the way you expect them.  He squeezed hard on his crossbow, conditioning himself for the next battle to come if things go wrong.  At the very least the family should prove expendable; a means to an end, sacrificial lambs so to speak, which can be used as a distraction while the rest rush for the keep.  The halfling might be for it, although Mercusio knows little about her.  Araun would likely join them in their fate till the end, and K'tanya might as well, how problematic he thought.  But as cold-hearted as it might sound, even for Mercusio, if they do not make it to the fort the soonest, they will all eventually fall victim to the wicked raiders, one way or the other, and there will be no happy ending.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">No action yet I guess. Just waiting on Araun's lead unless some else has a better idea</div></div>