As the floorboards creak and groan while vines and roots rise up from underneath. The Chultan sailor with the dagger trips and thick vines wind around his legs, keeping him prone. One of the other sailors is kept in place as the third narrowly evades the encroaching flora by hopping up on a chair. The table next to them with the halfling in black trembles as vines wrap around it and reach for the halfling, who tumble backward to evade them and makes for the exit.<br/><br/>The guardsman doesn't waste a moment. He draws his blade and charges towards the Chultan. Hacking at the vines as they come near his feet, he reaches the man and points the tip of his blade at him. "Drop that blade, and yield, man."<br/><br/>The Chultan does exactly that.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">OOC</div><div class="spoiler_body">Could I please get a Spot check from both of you?</div></div>