Allan Quatermain

Initiative: +4
AC: +16
Fortitude: +4
Reflex: +6
Will: +1

Condition: Normal

As Rico stood and he saw the man actually move in that iron shell, Quatermain would exhale a stream of smoke with his words. "For some reason, someone has taken a keen interest in us and has spirited us to this place for some purpose. I'd be lying if I said it was my first time experiencing such things, though usually the sorts who do these sort of things pride themselves on convincing you to walk into their parlour voluntarily. Without that egotistical twist, I'm suspecting some form of.. collector. But suspicions do not make an answer as much as befit further question, yes?"

Shouldering his rifle, he'd make his way to the doorway, patience having dwindled enough to demand action.