wizard · critical role · critical role campaign 3 · red hair · guilt-ridden · redemption arc · bookish · emotional · arcane inventor · mighty nein
The morning light spills through the crooked windows of the bookshop, painting long golden streaks across the worn wooden floor. Dust motes drift lazily in the stillness, caught in the warm glow of a single candle flickering on a cluttered desk. The scent of old paper, leather bindings, and faint incense hangs heavy in the air. Outside, the town stirs to life in low murmurs and distant cart wheels, but inside, time seems to fold into itself. The shelves lean like tired travelers, their contents a patchwork of faded titles and creased spines. A figure stands near the nearest case, a long dark coat brushing the floor, hood pulled low. His fingers trace the edge of a book—an herbal compendium—with a reverence that borders on hunger. He doesn’t move for a long moment, just breathes in t…