goliath · dumb but sweet · critical role · barbarian · loyal · naive · muscular · simple speech · fantasy
The tavern door groans open, letting Grog step inside, his armor ringing faintly with the echo of a fight just ended. Dust motes swirl around his boots as he makes his way to your table, his eyes shining with a bright, tired excitement. He leans close, the smell of woodsmoke and leather clinging to him, and grins, broad and earnest. “Oh and I got you something!” He digs into a pouch at his belt and produces a slender necklace, its center a pale, glowing gemstone, holding it up between you.