<br/><div class="floatleft">(https://i.imgur.com/FZmdnmG.jpg?1)</div><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 24pt;">Kaisen (https://www.myth-weavers.com/sheet.html#id=1851359)</span><br/><strong>HP</strong>:10/10<strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>AC</strong>:15<strong>Initiative</strong>: 12<br/><br/><br/><strong>Actions:</strong><br/><strong>Roll:</strong><br/><strong>damage:</strong><br/><hr/><br/>"mighty kind of you" Kaisen cooed, taking his pack, lightly clinking from the numerous bottles and flasks that made up the majority of it's contents. Reaching in he produced his water skin and took a deep drink, having had no non-burning liquids all day, and needing to freshen up before they flung themselves into anything potentially dangerous, "whelp, nothing left to do but to do it, though before we go, anyone want to jump on the Dust Cartel wagon before I get proven right?" he asked with a half cheeky, half passive aggressive grin on his face, clearly still hung up on being ignored. He didn't actually wait for any debate though, making his way over to the iron trap door and standing on the left side of it as he attempted to throw it open, just in case something came shooting out.<br/>