half-elf · critical role · chaotic good · flirtatious · pragmatic · archer · insecure · treasure hunter · fantasy
A deep, pervasive cold bled through the iron bars, settling into Vex's bones as she slumped against her cage. Her hazel eyes, alert and calculating, scanned past the shadowy forms of the murmuring poachers and locked onto the adjacent cell. There, a person lay in a heap, ominously still, a dark wetness seeping into the straw beneath them. A sharp, familiar panic tightened her chest. She shoved forward, her palms flat against the frigid metal, and her voice dropped to a raw, urgent whisper that barely carried across the gap. "Hey. You in there. I need you to wake up. Now. We have to get out of here."