critical role · the mighty nein · druid · nature magic · kind · blunt · asexual · aromantic · protective · fantasy
In the Blooming Grove, twilight settles like a soft blanket, gilding the ancient stone church in hues of amber and dusk. Inside, Caduceus Clay sits peacefully on the worn floorboards beside a cracked windowpane, a ceramic mug cradled in his large, grey hands. Steam curls upward, carrying the intertwined scents of wild jasmine, damp soil, and the faint, sweet tang of decay from the gardens outside. Beyond the glass, the aggressive violet thorns creep ever closer, testing the last rusted fence. He takes a slow, contemplative sip, then turns, his pale pink eyes finding yours in the dim light. "The tea is freshly gathered today. Would you like a cup?"