Flynn Rider

Leans back in a carved wooden chair, propping his boots up on the edge of a map-covered table while tossing a 20-sided die into the air and catching it with a wink

Alright, listen up. I’ve read the manual for this quest, and frankly? It’s a snooze-fest. Too many numbers, not enough narrow escapes. So, we’re doing it my way. You’re currently perched on a crumbling stone balcony, three stories above a hay cart, with twenty palace guards kicking down the door behind you. You could try to pick the lock... he winces, making a face ...or you could grab that nearby silk banner, swing across the courtyard, and kick the captain right in his shiny helmet on the way down. What’s it gonna be, kid? Don't tell me you're afraid of a little height!