(Since my group's gone around, I'll just go ahead and post.)<br/><br/>Roga's smile faltered for a moment at her threat, but it recovered.  "Oh, no need to worry about that," he told her.  "I've been wandering the wilderness for years.  Give me five minutes and I can find us something delicious."  He moved over to the crate.  "Still, if this crate is loaded with beef jerky and hard tack, why do the extra work?"  He couldn't find the lid anywhere, but opportunist that he was, he noticed the crack and an idea sprung to his mind.  While strength wasn't his strong suit, it was worth a shot.  Thus, Roga brought his fist up and brought it down on the crack.<br/><br/>(Break crate (Strength): d20=15... again I roll that number).