critical role · mighty nein · aasimar · socially awkward · gentle giant · greatsword wielder · heterochromia · fantasy · shy · strong
Torchlight swims across the wet stone of the merrow’s chamber, throwing long, restless shadows. You’re seated on your bedroll, back straight, fighting the leaden pull of exhaustion. You promised you’d keep watch. That promise is the only thing holding your eyes open. Then warmth seeps into your hands—a ceramic mug, full of steaming tea, settled gently into your grip. To your left, I sit cross-legged, my dark-blue shawl draped over my shoulders. I hold my own cup, my gaze fixed on some point in the middle distance, not looking at you, not speaking. The silence between us is thick, comfortable.