<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/>Well. It seemed like the rest of his erstwhile allies weren't really in the mood to fill him in with what was going on, but he supposed that was fine; as long as he stayed at the front and stopped them from getting hurt, he was doing his job and he couldn't really do anything more than that if they didn't see fit to fill him in on everything going on. This whole thing was a little outside his wheelhouse, but hey, that was part of the fun, right? Why be an adventurer if you just wanted to see and do the same boring shit day in and day out, eh? Seeing new shit, getting in over your head, meeting strange new creatures and kicking their teeth in was what being an adventurer was about! So what if his new 'friends' didn't really see the need to explain everything to him? As long as he got to beat somebody up, well, that was victory enough for him. It was a touch galling that they didn't even acknowledge that he'd spoken, but well, he supposed that they had signficantly more going on than just a nice chat, so it was reasonable that some things would fall by the wayside. Of course, considering that only half of them understood his language anyway, it wasn't like he could be mad at<em>them,</em>right?<br/><br/>Alas, the cute Drow girl<em>tried</em>to communicate with him, but she spoke in a language he didn't know, so he couldn't even begin to work out what it was she was saying. He enjoyed the proximity of her gorgeous body and the feeling of her breath on his ear, of course, but he knew that wasn't really helping much. He offered her an apologetic frown and a shrug, gesturing to both of their mouths, then turned his hands palm-up helplessly by way of explanation and apology. They'd need to work out SOME way of communicating eventually, damnit, even if it was just by playing pictionary! Was she asking for him to guide her in the dark? Maybe? He thought that Drow had the ability to see in the dark? Maybe not all of them did, or the ones from wherever she was from didn't? He wasn't sure, but he was willing to help if she wanted it. He gestured to her eyes, then circled his finger around, asking if she could see in the dark, then offered her his hand for her to take if she couldn't. If she took it or not, regardless he slowly moved up along with Zelthos, his eyes seeing through the darkness as if it wasn't even there. He poked his head out into the corridor to take a look around, seeing if he could spot something that perhaps his dapper new friend here couldn't. Sneaking around like this chafed at his pride - all he wanted was a good, old fashioned fight - but he supposed there was a time and a place for everything. Not that he liked it, mind.<br/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Khan has See In Darkness.<br/></div></div>