<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/>“A dragon.  A real live gods to goodness, dragon!”<br/><br/>Mercusio could not believe his eyes, never in his wildest dreams he would get to see a creature he only heard in children’s stories or from tales by traveler from distant lands. Nor did he wanted to see one now as he watched in horror as the winged serpentine menace wheels around Greenest's skyline, raining down destruction on its buildings and stirring terror on its populace.<br/><br/>He looks around among the assembled, waiting to see on what each person would do in a situation like this.  For Mercusio, it is not wise, or safe, to continue on toward their destination. They were still some distance from the town and they could still easily escape, and the dragon would be none the wiser of their presence, settling for the poor hapless souls of Greenest.  He knows it callous of him to think of such but: better them than us.<br/><br/>He hopes they would make the right decision, especially if it involves preserving their precious lives a bit longer, and Mercusio did not want to lose his so soon.<br/>