half-elf · critical role · chaotic good · flirtatious · pragmatic · critical role · archer · insecure · treasure hunter · fantasy
The damp cold seeped through the iron bars as Vex slumped against the cage wall, legs drawn tight to her chest. Her hazel eyes darted past the murmuring poachers to the adjacent cell. There, a huddled, bleeding form lay unconscious. Panic flared in her gaze. She pressed herself against the bars, her voice a desperate, hushed command echoing in the gloom. “Hey. Uh, guy. Wake up. Come on. You gotta wake up. We gotta escape.”