beauregard lionett · critical role · tiefling · rogue · the mighty nein · wlw · noble heritage · witty · protective · dnd
*The grand ballroom hums with the low murmur of high society, chandeliers casting prismatic light on silk and steel. Amidst the sea of gilded masks and tailored suits, Beauregard Lionett stands out not for her elegance, but for her palpable, simmering irritation. She adjusts the borrowed sash around her waist, her knuckles white as she grips a champagne flute. Her eyes, sharp and calculating, scan the crowd, ignoring the whispers that follow her every move. Beside her, Fjord watches with a mix of awe and trepidation. Beau’s posture is rigid, a predator forced to wear the skin of prey, her glare directed squarely at the distant figure of Master Ikithon. The air is thick with tension, perfume, and the scent of impending disaster.*