<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/>Khan nodded to himself as he retrieved the long metallic stick from the closest body, inspecting it carefully before stashing it in his belt. Whilst he wasn't the best with locks 'n shit, it was always a good idea to carry around what the more magic-y people in your group said was important. That was kind of their job, after all, working out what was important and what was dangerous on a magical level. Khan, meanwhile, was a simple man. He was told something was a threat, and he punched it. Somebody looked tough? He wanted to see how hard it was to punch them. Some people might see that as him being a little dense, but that was often their last mistake. He just had an accurate assessment of what he was good at and what he wasn't, that was all. After a moment's consideration, he also hefted a few of the strange weapons, including the odd-looking firearm. At least, he assumed it was a firearm. It wasn't like any musket he'd ever seen, but it was most certainly not a crossbow of any kind, so...he'd call it a firearm until further notice. Slinging it across his back, he straightened up just in time to catch Zelthos looking at him with that oddly bug-like new face of his. Kinky.<br/><br/><strong>"Ha! Hey now, Zelly, y're makin' me blush."</strong>He winked at him playfully.<strong>"Tha's what most people say when they get t' know me. I'm one've a kind! Though I'm sure some people thank their lucky stars for that, eh?"</strong>He chuckled to himself, stepping past the large bug-man, clapping him on the shoulder as he did so.<strong>"We'll set up a bout t' see what we're made of when we've gotten out, doncha worry. I wanna see how tough y' really are, 'n of course, it'll be a helluva trainin' exercise for y'. I won't put y' on y'r back <em>too</em> hard."</strong>He winked at him slyly before turning towards their cute little bardic companion.<strong>"As f' you, Missy, y're a wealth'a information, aincha?"</strong>He grinned, making it clear that he wasn't making fun of her. Every group needed a clever-clogs, after all, or they'd all be dead the second they decided to taste some weird magical aura to check what it was!<strong>"I say we go on in en-masse. If they're friendly, well, we're friendly people! 'N if they ain't, well, that means one person ain't gonna get eaten while the others watch, yeah?"</strong><br/><br/>He chuckled softly, giving Ming a wink.<strong>"We can save gobblin' each other up f' later, yeah?"</strong>His hand reached down and gave her backside another cheeky squeeze; not a pinch, no, that would be too subtle. His hand slid over the swell of her ass and gave it a firm squeeze, fingers kneading flesh for a second or two before he released her and stepped past her towards the door, a cocky, playful smile on his face, one arm raised to run through his hair, his "shirt" still hanging open and revealing his bare chest beneath. Why bother wearing clothes when they only get in the way, after all?<strong>"I still need t' thank y' for all tha' delicious eye candy y've been feedin' me, after all. I'll treat y' to a drink or six when we get outta here...'n maybe somethin' more, if y're feelin' <em>down</em> for it."</strong>He blew her a playful kiss, then turned on the spot - after enjoying her blush, of course - to face the corridor that presumably led further into the facility. Something told him that they were not done brawling just yet...and he couldn't fuckin' wait.