[color=ed1c24][i]"Ahh... Now what do we have here?"[/i][/color], Holand wondered, eyeing the metal door that seemed to materialize in front of the party. Laying his entire body weight into the oversized doorway, Holand clumsily fell as the entry was flung open unexpectantly, due to either a mechanism or omnipotent force. Even for an older man, Holand was able to bound up to his feet once again to look into the white-lit chamber that expanded from the entrance's maw. [color=ed1c24][i]"Hmm... Well... Some First impression, hmph."[/i][/color], Holand said, smoking well into the middle of his lho stick with one hand, and with the other feeling the bumps and smooth textures of the abandoned metal boxes lining the walls (the symbols adorning the crates really caught Holand's eye). With another puff of smoke, Holand whipped the fat lho stick in the air to get a more vagrant whiff of the drug, then turned to face the robed man in the window. [color=ed1c24][i]"Oh, this most be our warm host. Holand Tzofiatien, Vostrayan Firstborn of Kilo II, at your service."[/i][/color], Holand greeted the inquisitor, kneeling down on one knee and tossing aside his lho stick and trench coat to proudly display his vibrant Vostrayan uniform, multiple medals adorning it's proud crest. Looking back to his comrades, Holand was disgusted to see them standing idly as the prominent Inquisitor looked back upon them, they were blessed to even be the subject of his most holy gaze! [color=ed1c24][i]"Aye! Get down on your knees, too."[/i][/color], Holand scolded his teammates, like a grandfather scolding his grandchildren.
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[b]Actions[/b][list]
[*]Fall into chamber
[*]Survey crates (try to discern symbols)
[*]Kneel to Inquisitor
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