<div class="spoiler_container"><div class="spoiler_header" onclick="hideSecond (this);" role="button">The Roll</div><div class="spoiler_body">Command roll results in a 6!</div></div><br/>One of the three makes a bit of a comic scene as he falls backwards, his shifting weight overbalancing him and sending both him and his chair down to the hard reed-strewn stone flooring. The other two respond as if by hard-learned instinct, shooting to their feet and straightening up to their full heights. One tries to subtly preen a bit.<br/><br/>"Begging your worship's pardon," the one not trying to rearrange his accoutrements into a more flattering display says, "but we weren't expecting you again so soon. Pikey, go tell the guv, awright?"<br/><br/>The fellow on the floor groans, gets to his feet.<br/><br/>"Why do I have to?"<br/><br/>"'Cause the guv hates surprises, awright?" He gives you an apologetic grin. "Sorry, your worship. Best not to just burst in, you understand?"