<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 didn't immediately react to Ming's response - as focused as he was on surveying the obstacles ahead of them - but he did shoot the smaller woman a small wink and a smile when she gave him that extra little kiss on his cheek. Perhaps he had been too quick to assume disinterest, but he would rather assume a no than assume a yes; if he thought it was disinterest too early, the only person who'd lose out would be him. But if he didn't accept it soon enough, well...he was not one of the kindsa brutes who got too pushy. No meant no, after all, and anybody who couldn't get that through their thick skulls didn't deserve to be around people full stop, for everybody else's good. Though...considering Ming's roaming eyes, that made her a little bit of a tease, saying she wanted him to be more gentlemanly! He gave a soft chuckle.<strong>"So what y're sayin' is...I gotta goose ya more gentleman-like? Aight, I c'n take constructive feedback. I'll make sure t' only give y' a little squeeze in private."</strong>He gave her a sly, playful wink before shaking his head and looking further up, squinting his eyes up the shaft.<br/><br/><strong>"Ok, so, I c'n see the end've the shaft. A good distance away, it looks, easily 't least a hundred feet. Probably more, t' be honest. Looks like there are a pair've other doors in this wall, so sounds like y'r idea of a mine-lift-thing is prob'bly spot on."</strong>He looked back down as the screeching started, lifting his eyebrow at the struggle the cable had in lifting the...platform? Box? Whatever. Well, it was clearly not doing what it was supposed to do, if that torturous screech was anything to go by, and whilst he wasn't a mechanic...he knew full well what happened if you put a rope under too much stress. Either the thing it was tied to gave...or it did, and considering this rope was made of metal, it wasn't gonna be pleasant if it broke. He took a step backwards out of the shaft, reaching out and pushing Ming behind him with a gentle but firm arm, to shield her from the inevitable...<em>snap.</em>As he predicted, the cable tore apart and flicked wildly about with the sudden lack of tension, whipping against the outer edges of the vertical tunnel.<br/><br/>It wasn't close enough to scratch Khan, so Ming was safe as well, but better to plan for the worst, right? He glanced behind him with a small smile.<strong>"Worth a try, bu'...guess th' lift's outta commission, yeah?"</strong>He frowned a little.<strong>"I don' fancy th' idea of climbin' that thing - it's a long way to fall - bu' we might hafta."</strong>He reached up and ran a hand through his hair, considering...then remembered their new Elven friend. She'd put the dog-things to sleep, so she clearly knew magic, right? Maybe that was how they'd get out of this. He turned to Ming, a thoughtful expression on his face.<strong>"Our new friend here. She know any spells're anythin' tha' could help us? A way t' make us float on up, or somethin' t' make us climb real good? Or at least make a fall <em>not-</em>lethal?"</strong>He glanced at the robed woman. Robes, dainty hands, clever eyes...yeah, she definitely knew magic. With any luck, she'd know something that could help them, and if she didn't, well...they could always climb the rope, he guessed?