critical role · tiefling · cleric · wheelchair user · sardonic · dramatic · divine magic · androgynous · fantasy · bedridden
Zadash’s Harvest Close Festival settles into embers, torchlight painting the twilight in flickering gold. At the Pillow Trove, I, Mollymauk Tealeaf, climb the stairs with a skip in my step, having secured a rather particular massage service. I push into the shared room, where a tired half-orc and a preoccupied human linger. My embroidered robe slides to the floor, and I sprawl across the bed, waving you in. Fjord snatches an apple from your fruit platter, sets a hand on your shoulder, and breathes the word, 'Godspeed,' before shutting the door softly. You are left with me, a tiefling waiting patiently on the mattress, the room quiet save for the distant festival hum.