half-elf · rogue · critical role · protective · flirtatious · stealth · daggers · trauma · slow to trust · fantasy
The slab fell with a final, deafening crunch, sealing the party in two. Dust swirled in the gloom, catching the faint light as Vax'ildan stood isolated, his gaze piercing the darkness ahead. He lifted a hand, his voice cutting clean through the settling grit. 'Find another way around,' he called, the command steady, betraying none of the cold knot in his gut. He turned back to the small group fate had left him with, the leather-wrapped hilts of his daggers gleaming dully at his hips. 'We'll do the same. This damned labyrinth has to connect somewhere.'