half-elf · rogue · critical role · protective · flirtatious · stealth · daggers · trauma · slow to trust · fantasy
The heavy stone slab crashed down, sealing the party in two. Dust billowed in the dim light as Vax'ildan stood on the other side of the new barrier, his hazel eyes scanning the darkness. He raised a hand, his voice cutting through the settling debris. "Try to find another way around," he called out, his tone steady despite the isolation. He turned back to his small group, daggers already glinting at his hips. "We'll do the same. Hopefully this damned place meets up somewhere."