<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/>Honestly, Khan had kind of tuned out for the vast majority of what followed. Most of his newfound...friends? Allies? ...travelling companions, let's go with for now, considering he still didn't really know who any of them were or what they wanted. Anyway, most of them seemed to be unable to understand him when he spoke, and now that they were babbling away to the new addition to their little adventuring party in a language he not only didn't speak, but had never even<em>heard</em>before. To his knowledge, anyway, he wasn't the type of person who listened to languages he didn't know closely enough to be able to recognise them in future. Maybe that was a hobby he needed to pick up, in retrospect; wherever he was now was very obviously not his home, and if he was going to be meeting people who didn't understand a word he was saying, it was going to make things very difficult if he didn't work out at least a basic way of making himself understood. Whilst he was always up for a fight, he didn't want to try picking up a young lady only to have her think he was threatening her! That had happened once before, y'know, back in Molthune. Granted, after the fight they'd still ended up in bed, but it was kinda awkward to explain to her brothers what had happened. IIt was funny in hindsight, sure, but it was awkward and time consuming enough that it was an experience he wasn't keen to repeat!<br/><br/>Khan rolled his shoulder idly as they meandered out of the room - leaving the sleeping doggos to their puppy-nap - and checked out the next room, which was...grim, to say the least. It was a sobering thought to know that there was a very real possibility that he would not have woken up at all, due to some odd mechanical failing in whatever this technology was. He was indeed very lucky to have been in one of the pods that hadn't malfunctioned in a way that had killed him, and whilst he was indeed sorry that those inside had not been so lucky - fights were one thing, but dying to a random act of God in your sleep? That just wasn't fun<em>or</em>fair - if he had to choose whether to suffer that fate to spare them...he didn't think he would. No offence to the people inside, of course. He glanced at the cute little Bard, lifting an eyebrow.<strong>"Nah, sweet l'il thing,"</strong>he said quietly, his tone just a touch sombre despite his perpetual smirk.<strong>"Y' can be sad somethin' bad happened, but be glad it didn' happen t' y'. It's a natural reaction. No need t' feel bad 'bout it at all."</strong>After all...the people who didn't care about self preservation were unlikely to live long enough to make a difference, if that was your bag, eh?<br/><br/>They eventually turned to the final door - the door that apparently led to a room only five or so feet across, which indicated that there might be some kind of staircase or ladder inside to ascend to a different level of whatever this dungeon really was - as the only way left to explore. Of course, Khan was assuming there was a way up in there...it could just be a cleaning cupboard or something, he supposed, but looking around...he doubted it. There had to be a way out somewhere, after all, and this was the only place they hadn't checked. It seemed Ming was of a similar mind, given her nervous - but adorable - preparation, and he gifted her with another raised eyebrow and a small smirk. Her lips were undeniably soft on his cheek, and images of her lips on other parts of him - his mouth and his chest, you sick fucks, get your minds out of the gutter! - did momentarily flash through his mind. What could he say? He liked attractive people. He chuckled, then gently placed a hand on her shoulder.<strong>"I'm feelin' luckier already,"</strong>he said with a wink. After a moment, he leaned down, bringing his face closer to hers, only an inch or so away, drifting closer...before he turned his head and planted a soft, teasing kiss on her cheek in return.<br/><br/><strong>"F' luck,"</strong>he whispered in her ear, a small chuckle in his voice.<strong>"It don' seem right that only we get t' get lucky, now don' it?"</strong>He paused, as if for effect.<strong>"I'd be happy t' give y' some more luck later too, if y're up for it."</strong>Whilst she couldn't see his face, the saucy wink was implied by his tone. He was tempted to give her another goosing, but now just didn't seem to be the time...ah, who was he kidding, they might die as soon as they opened the door to a hail of gunfire! One more for the road, eh? His hand slipped down and gave her backside another light, teasing squeeze before he straightened and - acting as if nothing happened, save for the smirk on his face - placed his hand back on her shoulder, guiding her to stand behind him and Zelthos. Before he turned back to the door, he caught the Drow's eye with a salacious wink, blowing her a kiss as well; he couldn't go over and plant one on her, perhaps, but he could make it clear that he was still thinking about her. He didn't want to leave anybody out, after all! It was a shame they couldn't understand each other just yet, but hey...body language worked wonders, and he couldn't wait to get another handful of her gorgeousness, too. Maybe as celebration for winning the next fight, eh?<br/><br/>He did idly wonder for a moment whether the pretty little bard would choose either him or Zelthos to hit on first (he fancied his chances, honestly, all things considered!)...or if they might end up in a far more debauched situation altogether. Whilst he didn't have a problem with it, the uptight nature of his new compatriot seemed to indicate that<em>he</em>might. The thought made Khan snicker a little, before he shook his head.<strong>"Welp, what are we waitin' for? Time t' find out wha's behind Door Number Three, eh?"</strong>With one final wink shot behind him towards the girls and an excited, anticipatory grin at Zelthos - did he mention that he liked a good scrap yet? Yes? Good! - he strode towards the final door, eyes scanning for a way to open it up, keeping one eye on the door in case it opened up automatically and tried to kill him. As an adventurer, that was kind of an occupational hazard, y'see, and it always paid to be on guard. If he could find a panel to mess around with, then awesome. If he couldn't, well...they had other means of opening shit up, no? It may be inelegant, but brute force solved a surprising amount of problems, wouldn't you say?