<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/>Of course, things were never that easy. Maybe it was just a coincidence that it happened as he moved towards the door, or perhaps he'd triggered something by trying to leave? Certainly, he was the first one to make a move outside of the room, given that everybody was already pulling their clothes on or - in the case of the Drow's case - tending to their positive-energy-challenged-friend. Alas, she'd seemed to have taken the time to slip her robes back on so he didn't get to see the sights any more, but he had to admit...that robe was almost better. It wasn't about what you could see, but what was<em>hinted,</em>after all, and the right clothes could bring out the right curves a hell of a lot better than no clothes at all. Let's just say that those robes had to be magic with the curves they were keeping in place!<br/><br/>What was he saying? Oh, right.<br/><br/>So, as he moved towards the door to explore the room they'd come from properly, alas...it seemed that this facility was out to fuck them. He heard it before he saw it, the sliding of metal and the rush of air, and he could already tell he'd seen it too late. He took a few rapid steps towards it, but it was already closed, much to his chagrin. He was starting to dislike these doors, honestly. He reached it and, of course, tested it to see if it would budge but the click was almost certainly a lock of some kind. It seemed that, for the moment, they were stuck. He pushed the blinking green light, of course - worth a try, eh? - but nothing happened. Shaking his head, he turned back to his newfound cellmates with a wry, bemused, smile.<strong>"Well, outta one cell 'n into 'nother, eh?"</strong>He said dryly.<strong>"I reckon it's locked this time, so brute force ain't gonna do it. Anybody good wit' locks or shit here?"</strong><br/><br/>A long shot, but worth a try, right?<strong>"Else we might be stuck in here a bit longer'n we planned, eh?"</strong>He stepped away from the door, towards the girls. Well...if nothing else, he could think of worse people to be locked in a small room with, eh?<strong>"No' that I mind th' company, 'course. Worst comes t' worst, 't least 've got better cellmates than in th' tube, eh?"</strong>he let out a soft laugh, then shook his head.<strong>"If one've ya c'n try the door, mebbe I can find somethin' 'round here t' get us out a different way? Who knows, might get lucky, right?"</strong>He shrugged, slipping past Ming once more - this time avoiding squeezing her ass, given the circumstances, but still pressing up against her adorable body perhaps a touch closer than was strictly necessary - and moving past the Drow as she worked. Maybe he could make himself useful by searching the room? It was a long shot, given he didn't really know what he was looking for in the first place, but it was better than nothing, no?<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body"><br/>Khan is attempting a <strong>Perception Check</strong> to search the room for anything that could help. Hidden doors, air grates, levers, buttons, something that looks important that he could break, perhaps, anything out of place that could indicate another way out or a way to disable the door.<br/><strong>Result:</strong> 23</div></div>