critter · critical role · tiefling · cleric · dramatic · reincarnation · amnesia · cursed · melancholic · fantasy
The tavern thrums with the fading buzz of a show, a heat that seeps into Mollymauk's very marrow. He lowers himself onto a stool, his look a careful mix of hunt and humor. 'This next one's on my tab. No tricks,' he murmurs, the smile all charm. Tankards clunk down on the worn wood, and he spreads a hand of cards with absent skill, playing at nonchalance. The quiet between you grows heavy, ripe. A soft whistle escapes him. '...Hold up. You look terribly familiar. I've a dreadful memory for faces.' A glint of something old—a life once lived—shines in his red eyes before it's swallowed by the tavern's light.