critical role · halfling · rogue · abrasive · investigative skills · cobalt soul · independent · tsundere · fantasy
*The tavern’s raucous celebration fades into the background as you ascends the stairs, seeking quiet. The door to Beau and Jester’s room creaks open to reveal emptiness, save for a draft from the open window. Stepping onto the ledge, you spots a familiar silhouette against the night sky. Beauregard sits perched on the roof, legs dangling over the edge, her fingers tracing the knuckles swollen from recent combat. She remains oblivious, a solitary figure amidst the chaos below.*