Kraeg grunts from the hall, waking up from his nap. Kraeg does not like interruptions. Interruptions make him want to smash things. He lumbers into the room with the food, the stuff that smells nasty and cooked. No raw rats. He wishes there was a rat to eat. Kreag likes rats. And other things. But there is good drink, something tasty for himself. He takes a bottle of wine, snaps the bottle neck, downs it, and blearily grabs a card. Tasty.
I'll take card 2.
Con Roll:
Original Roll String: 1d20+3
1 20-Sided Dice: (1)+3 = 4