A Dohwar, a Giff, and a Satyr walk into a bar [IC Thread]

[GM Anthraxus]

Nothing appears to react to your entrance into the room, nor do you see anything that you couldn't see from the first door, except for a few balls of dust and hair that appear to have gathered under the pallets.

[Rupert Gladestone]

Rupert will then creep to the doorway at the back of the room and begin his examination of the door.

[GM Anthraxus]

Looking through the gaps around the door it appears that the room beyond is very similar to the one that he is currently in, with the minor exception that the low table on the right side is next to this door as opposed to the far door.

[Rupert Gladestone]

Rupert will then check to see if the door is locked.

[GM Anthraxus]

It is readily apparent that the door has no locking mechanism.

[Rupert Gladestone]

Rupert will open the door and look in.
Perception Check = [1d20+5]=16+5=21

[GM Anthraxus]

Opening the door reveals, as expected, a room nearly identical to the sleeping room that Rupert currently stood in.  Peering around inside the Giff noted that there was some kind of pamphlet under the bed on the right and an open crockery jar sat on the open part of the left bed. The door on the far side appears to be much more well mounted that the last two have been.

[Rupert Gladestone]

Rupert will examine the pamphlet.

[GM Anthraxus]

The paper of the pamphlet is old and crinkly from dehydration. The small, roughly twelve page, booklet is a simple comic illustration in black ink, but with an interesting artistic flair, the sexual escapades of Rockhard Rhinehart, a Gromman fighter who specializes in cocksmanship, among an apparently all female Imperial Elvish Navy and their multiracial slave pits.   The final page is partially torn, requiring careful handling to prevent tearing the page fully.

[Rupert Gladestone]

[Let me guess the female elves just go ape! over the Rockhard Rhinehart!]