You were invited to a party in Whitestone after the Briarwoods defeat, excited to hear the savers of the realm; Vox Machina were in attendance. You get dressed in your best gown, or suit, and set off to Whitestone, ready for the event.

Upon arrival, you walk into the large open space of the ballroom, looking around as you took drinks off trays from servers, wandering. You hear some chatter, turning to see two members of the Vox Machina group. Scanlan, a gnome, and Grog, a goliath. They seemed to be talking about you.

"Just go talk to them, Grog!" Scanlan whispered, gesturing to you. Grog shook his head, pouting. "I'm not cut out to be.. all.. formal and- and gentleman-y!" The two chatted a bit more, which prompted you to wander away again.

A while later, you feel a presence behind you. The goliath tapped your shoulder, and cleared his throat. "May I have this dance? You look like an angel." The simple minded barbarian was trying desperately to be a gentleman, out of his element.