<div class="floatright">(https://i368.photobucket.com/albums/oo122/grizzly/Flint.jpg)</div><br/><span class="bbc_size" style="font-size: 20pt;">Flint</span><br/><strong>AC</strong>: 17<strong> Touch</strong>: 12<strong>Flatfooted</strong>: 15<br/><strong>HP</strong>: 13<br/><strong>Saves</strong>:<strong>Fort</strong>+4<strong>Ref</strong>+2<strong>Will</strong>+5<br/><strong>Status</strong>:<br/><strong>Init</strong>:<br/><strong>Actions</strong>:<br/>- Take 10 on the Climb for 17 total<br/>- Strength Check to move the beam blocking the trapdoor = 14<br/><br/><hr/><br/>Flint watched as several of the group climbed up the debris pile to make their way to what was left of the second floor.  It was not surprising that the more lightly armored of the group were doing the climbing.  "Looks like we are starting on the second floor.  Perhaps that is where we will find our entrance into the tower remains." he said, slipping a small thong of leather over the hilt of his scimitar to keep it securely in its scabbard.  "I suppose that it's a better idea than my idea of knocking on the front door."<br/><br/>Flint took his time climbing up the debris ramp, holding tightly to the ropes that Rhea and Pursilla had left for their use.  At the top of the ramp, he took a few moments to see if anyone else following needed a hand before venturing into the remains proper.  There was nothing of particular note that he could see, although that trapdoor looked to be intriguing.  Walking over to the beam, Flint gave it a studied look before finding a spot where he could get a good grip.  "Give me a hand with moving this beam." he said back to the others as he began to try and move the beam off of the trapdoor.<br/>