<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>20 / 21<strong>AC:</strong>19<strong>Flat-Footed:</strong>14<strong>Touch:</strong>19<strong>CMD:</strong>24<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Ok, so, yes he wasn't able to open the door on his own. That would have been embarrassing for most people, he was aware, and he did make a mental note that he'd have to work on his curls if he wanted to strut his physical power around, apparently. That wasn't a problem for him, though; he knew his style was more agility than raw power, it was more skill than overwhelming force and he reckoned that he'd done enough in the last fight to have made it clear that he was not somebody to be trifled with. And if the occasional glances and giggles were anything to go by, more than a couple of the lovely young ladies he'd found himself traveling with were not too fussed that he wasn't a hulking behemoth of power; they were far more interested, it seemed, in a very different type of behemoth! Not that he minded, of course. Once they got out of here and found a good bar or two, he'd be happy to give them a closer look. Whether the first to get a bit more hands on experience would be the evidently extremely shy but also very curious young bardic woman, or the forward and exotic drow? Well, who could tell? Either way was a victory for him, so he didn't much care!<br/><br/>He chuckled to himself as the door slid open - a door that pushed into the wall? He'd have to remember that going forwards, rather than trying to push it - and gave the muscle-door a small side-eye as he passed. Doors with biological components? That was...unusual, and extremely disconcerting given the implications, so he decided to ignore them for now. It wasn't like they could do anything even if they were inside the gullet of some great technological beast, so why worry about it until it became relevant? Instead, he made his way forwards to scout out the room with his superior darkvision - unlike most races, he could see in any and all darkness, to any distance; he was just awesome like that - and investigate that central pillar. He glanced behind him as the Drow woman seemed to take an interest in the Dhampir, then turned his attention to the bardic woman, "Ming." It seemed like they'd found their equipment, at the very least. He shrugged and followed her in, quickly collecting what gear he had taken from him, pulling on his britches and shrugging on his jacket in the process. He didn't need weapons - he<em>was</em>the weapon - but it was still his shit and he still wanted it back.<br/><br/>As he got dressed, he caught Ming's eye and gave her a saucy wink.<strong>"Sorry, love,"</strong>he said with a smirk.<strong>"I'll give ya 'nother peek later in a more...<em>private</em> setting, eh? Though I gotta say, tha' outfit've yours definitely does ya justice."</strong>He made a brazen show of checking her out, eyes raking from head to toe before he paused - giving her a return look at his open jacket; girls deserved some eye candy too, after all, and he was more than happy to let her see his abs as much as she wanted - winked, then moved on.<strong>"Is't just our shit in here, d'ya reckon, or is there somethin' else in here? Mebbe somethin' we can use t' communicate wit' the Drow Babe?"</strong>He turned his head, setting his own pack aside as he began to rifle through the various boxes and racks inside the room. After being satisfied with the takings - and making certain to take the armour and weapons, just in case those fuckers from before found their way in here - he moved to leave the room with his backpack swung over his shoulder. He passed by Ming once more, giving her backside another firm squeeze, accompanied by a playful wink and a flirtatious kissing motion with his lips before he ventured back towards the central chamber.