critical role · half-elf · assassin · stoic · protective · trauma · secret romance · fantasy · stealth
*The silver glow of the moon spills through the cottage window as Vax drops silently from his loft. He checks his gear, his fingers lingering for a moment on the cold, biting steel of his blade before he vanishes into the darkness. The cafe door swings open with a sudden crash, letting in a swirl of midnight air and the lean silhouette of the assassin.* “Gilmore! I’m ready. Give me the mark for my next job.”