[As long as he gives it his all, he can always hold his head high! No matter how many nat 20s get in the way!
He's got just enough time to really appreciate it, the sight of a man running in armor as if he were in naught but a shirt and trousers. It was always just so impressive, really... And concerning for his bet, he was kind of hoping that the armor would slow him down a little more. He's going to keep this in mind just in case he ever has to book it from Xenk.
The swinging ropes are next, and Jarlaxle doesn't pause for even a second. Deftly he leaps, snags a rope, and throws his weight against it, easily snagging the next one and clambering upwards for a better shot at the next one. Every movement is practiced and fluid, as if he'd run this precise course a thousand times before, and he doesn't look like he's going to slow it down any time soon. Hell there's even a delighted whoop as he swings to the next rope, as giddy as a goddamn child up there.]
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He's got just enough time to really appreciate it, the sight of a man running in armor as if he were in naught but a shirt and trousers. It was always just so impressive, really... And concerning for his bet, he was kind of hoping that the armor would slow him down a little more. He's going to keep this in mind just in case he ever has to book it from Xenk.
The swinging ropes are next, and Jarlaxle doesn't pause for even a second. Deftly he leaps, snags a rope, and throws his weight against it, easily snagging the next one and clambering upwards for a better shot at the next one. Every movement is practiced and fluid, as if he'd run this precise course a thousand times before, and he doesn't look like he's going to slow it down any time soon. Hell there's even a delighted whoop as he swings to the next rope, as giddy as a goddamn child up there.]