<div class="floatleft">(https://i.pinimg.com/originals/a7/c9/8d/a7c98d4f87e5099cc8669d19989836b6.jpg)</div><strong>Name:</strong><strong>Khan-R'gal Skarskgard</strong>(https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=2314881)<br/><strong>HP:</strong>21 / 21<strong>AC:</strong>20 (21)<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>14<strong>Touch:</strong>20 (21)<strong>CMD:</strong>24<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Khan chuckled to himself as Zelthos replied, nodding to Kali as he helped her secure the prisoners. He could have just killed them, of course, but there wasn't really any point in that. It would just get unnecessary blood on his hands, and now that the fight was over, his interest in these pathetic excuses for guards was at a very resounding end. He lashed their hands and feet together with the rope provided, then proceeded to drag them behind his body towards where the rest of the party was congregating. It seemed like nobody was particularly badly hurt, though it also seemed like their fancy-pants friend had armoured up into some kind of bug monster. That was...curious. And exciting, honestly! He wondered idly which of the two of them would come out on top if it came to blows. Maybe he'd have to challenge him to a sparring match at some point? Nonlethal, of course, he didn't want to risk killing his new friend! It wasn't as exciting as a fight to the death, sure, but you took your pleasures where you could find them, eh? He passed by Ming on the way, still looking rather flustered after a pass-by by Kali. Khan hadn't seen what happened...but he could guess.<br/><br/>He smirked at her as he passed, giving her a wink and a pat on the ass.<strong>"Somebody's popular, eh?"</strong>He chuckled in bemusement to himself as he dumped the bodies next to their mates, then stood up, stretching slowly. The Dhampir didn't look particularly healthy - relatively speaking, of course, being as pallid and nearly-dead as they tended to be on a good day - and he tilted his head to one side.<strong>"We need t' get y' a wand or somethin'. Y' ain't lookin' so hot, mate."</strong>He paused, taking a look up and down the armour.<strong>"Though tha's an int'restin' trick y' got there. Maybe we could go a few rounds one time, eh? I've never fought a humanoid beetle before! It'd be fun!"</strong>He grinned. And then, when they were both sweaty and beaten and had the adrenaline pumping through them...well, maybe he could remove that stick up Zelthos's ass and replace it with a different one, eh? He shook his head slyly, catching Ming's eye and giving her a wink before turning back to the matter at hand.<br/><br/><strong>"Either way, w' can' stay here. I wanna get some booze in me 't some point t'day, so..."</strong>He shrugged slightly.<strong>"Bu' we need t' make sure these jokers can' follow us. Much as I'd love a rematch...they don' deserve one, eh?"</strong>He glanced at the rest of the party.<strong>"Tha' room we got stuck in earlier. Y' reckon we could smash the control panel in there, then seal 'em inside?"</strong>He wasn't sure if that was possible - he wasn't a tech guy, clearly - but it seemed like a sensible question to ask, at the very least. If they couldn't do it, they couldn't do it. But you didn't know until you tried, eh? But what did he know? He wasn't thick, but he was just a guy who liked to fight. He'd leave the nitty gritty strategy to the poncier members who probably played chess against themselves in their spare time or something. He'd just stick to doing what he did best; getting into bloody good fights...then getting into bloody good women. He was a simple man, after all! And what more could a simple man with simple tastes ask for?