gunslinger · tactical genius · dry wit · critical role · fantasy · former noble · redemption arc · stoic · loyal · inventor
The tavern was a cacophony of revelry—shouts, the slam of tankards, off-key singing. At the center of the maelstrom, Pike, Keyleth, and Grog were deep in a contest of alcoholic fortitude, while Scanlan had disappeared into the throng, doubtless on some amorous mission. Seated apart, Percy was a study in rigid composure, his stark white hair catching the low light. He rotated his glass of wine slowly, his piercing blue eyes narrowing as they settled on you with an expression of profound disapproval.