<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/>Well, they were trapped inside. That wasn't exactly ideal, but at least it meant that nobody was gonna be jumping out of the corner and trying to eat them any time soon, right? It could certainly be worse! The walls could be closing in, there could be toxic gas leaking through holes in the wall, the roof could be opening up to reveal goblins with pitch oil and torches, one of them could have let one rip right as the door was closing...it had all happened before, y'know, so maybe just being stuck in a locked room wasn't the worst thing that could happen. At the very least, it gave them the time to work on Mr. Fancy Pants on the slab and get him roused and conscious so they didn't have to drag his ass through whatever hellscape they'd been abducted to. He gave the Dhampir a grin as he clapped him on the shoulder when he awoke, hands still somewhat bloody from helping to staunch the bleeding.<strong>"Don' worry 'bout the contest, mate,"</strong>he said with a sly chuckle.<strong>"Gettin' knocked out like that disqualified y'."</strong>He shot him a wink.<strong>"Y'll be buyin' the first round t'night, but I'll repay th' favour, don't worry."</strong><br/><br/>Washing his hands with the offered water falling from the sky - a mage, then? Good! It would help them get out of there if they had somebody able to use magic on their side. At least two of them seemed to be able to do some kind of spell voodoo shit, so maybe more of them would show that ability too at some point? Maybe. Who knew? And honestly, who fuckin' cared at this point! The important thing now was figuring out who was fucking with them, where they were, and how to get out. He offered a hand to the Dhampir, hefting him to his feet as his eyes flickered over to take in the sight of a certain drow babe pulling her clothes on, though it seemed she did have some armour, much to Khan's dismay. He leaned in slightly.<strong>"Y' gotta teach me some'a those Elvish words later, yeah?"</strong>He chuckled and turned away, just as the door was finally battered down by the determined efforts of their two more...direct members. He strolled on through the now open gap, scanning the room beyond with his dark-penetrating eyes.<strong>"I said that ages ago,"</strong>he teased Ming with a wink.<br/><br/><strong>"But honestly, they're our last concern. First step should be t' figure out where we are, and try'n work out a way've talking amongst us without playin' charades."</strong>He looked around the room, scanning the doors on the walls.<strong>"Anybody good with doors here? We'll need t' pick one t' get movin', and the sooner we find either a fight or a pub...the better."</strong>He glanced back at Ming.<strong>"Mebbe we'll figure out the 'who' along the way, eh? I wager it's gotta be either Drow or Fey. They like t' kidnap people, right?"</strong>He shrugged.<strong>"Either way, I owe 'em a bit've a talkin' to. I don't <em>mind</em> bein' shoved in an arena with a bunch'a beautiful babes, but they could've at least <em>asked</em> first, y'know?"</strong>He gave her another broad grin as he stepped back towards the central pillar, taking a moment to scan it critically. Something was...off about this whole thing, he just couldn't figure out what it was. He hated it when that happened. Ah well! They'd figure it out eventually...or they wouldn't. No sense getting wound up about it either way, eh? It'd work out, one way or the other. Always did.<br/><br/><hr/><br/><div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">Mechanics</div><div class="spoiler_body">Khan makes a Perception Check, Result: 10</div></div>