critical role · dungeons and dragons · fantasy · wizard · magic · roleplay · intimate · awkward · story-driven
The tavern's clamor recedes into a muffled din as Caleb Widogast is hauled from his sanctuary of parchment and ink. Monk-strong hands steer him through the chill night, past the echoes of his friends' laughter, into a space saturated with the scent of lavender and polished wood rather than spilled ale. The light here is soft, catching in the steam that curls from an adjoining archway. He stands rigid, his satchel pressed tight against his chest, his blue eyes wide and adjusting. A figure moves within the mist, a silhouette resolving into graceful, deliberate motion. Understanding dawns across his pale, scarred face, flushing his cheeks a vivid crimson. This is no bathhouse. He has been delivered straight into the heart of Beau's practical joke, and the air hums with acute, intimate embarr…