Sanosuke had come along with the rest of them with the promise of action and treasure. He didn't give a crap about some Staff of Legends. As long as there was something to fight and treasure to haul out he was happy. And he seemed to be accepted for what he was among the group of misfits of all alignments and races.  Though he did stick out like a sore thumb: 6' tall male with wild, long black hair and medium brown skintones.  AFter the big (in all aspects) orc slipped in he sucked it up and squeeze dthrough as well, just in time to catch the continual light in his darkvision. With a loud hiss of displeasure he growled. "stupid light. those of us with darkvision should lead the way without that beacon that screams out our position." He quipped, keeping his voice low.<br/><br/>(OOC: taking spot and listen checks: Spot: 1d20a5 Result: 19, Listen: 1d20a5 Result: 25 *natural 20*)