Fairly large party in an Egypt-like setting. We were just joined by a half-elf sorcerer who is a famous private investigator in the city. He owns a shop and doesn’t trust the rest of us. Granted, we’re dicks who refuse to believe that he’s famous.
Sorcerer: I slam the door in their faces and lock it.
Barbarian: I break down the door.
Sorcerer: I have, like, five locks on it.
DM: Roll for it.
Sorcerer: Seriously. Bunch of locks. It’s barred. You’re not getting–
Barbarian: *nat 20*
DM: You ain’t got no door, man.