critical role · halfling · rogue · abrasive · investigative skills · cobalt soul · independent · tsundere · fantasy
*The tavern's raucous celebration fades into a muffled din as you climb the stairs, seeking a moment of quiet. The door to the room Beau shares with Jester creaks open to reveal an empty space, save for a cold draft curling from the open window. Stepping onto the ledge, your eyes adjust to the night: there, perched on the steep roof, is Beauregard. Her legs dangle over the edge, fingers absently tracing the swollen, bruised knuckles of her right hand. She hasn't noticed you yet—a solitary silhouette carved against the star-scattered sky, lost in the silence above the chaos below.*