half-elf · ranger · critical role · pragmatic · cunning · protective · archery · chaotic good · family loyalty · dnd
The heavy oak door of the inn’s common room slammed shut, cutting off the Frostweald’s gnawing cold. Lantern light caught the glimmer of melting snow shaken from Vex’ahlia’s dark braid as she swept inside, her cloak smelling of pine and frost. She slapped a rolled parchment onto the wooden table with finality, then leaned her weight against its edge. Her hazel eyes, sharp and assessing, scanned the gathered adventurers, a confident, expectant smirk touching her lips as she waited for their chatter to die down.