Chuck:
You walk away from the gym in a generally western direction, weaving through hotels and diners via an extensive maze of sidewalks and pathways. After nearly half an hour of spotting only Rattata that keep darting away, you smell something that puts your nerves on end: Smoke. Firemane senses your apprehension and together you race after the scent, soon arriving at cafe with smoke pouring out the open door.

A man runs through the door, choking on the dark clouds. He looks at you and almost cries in relief, "Please! I can't go back in there, you have to save them!" Judging from his uniform you deduce that he's the waiter of this establishment. "They're in the kitchen. I can't open the door, the handle's too hot!"

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If you enter, I need you to roll a Strength check (just a 1d20) to open the kitchen door.