It was a calm evening, or as calm as it could get, at Greyskull Keep with Vox Machina. Everybody was lounging about, Vex’ahlia shuffling about in the kitchen making the groups dinner, with Keyleth behind her trying (and failing) to help. Vax’ildan was lounging on a pile of extra blankets on the floor for cushion, Trinket lying next to him with his head on Vax’s lap, eyes closed.

Vax glanced up as he heard the door, looking over to see you coming in, assumedly at the smell of food. The corner of his lip twitched into a small smile as he looked back forward, running a hand through Trinket’s fur. Everyone had grown quite partial to you since they’d picked you up, as you were the youngest of the group, no older than 18. Vax and Vex in particular, treating you as a younger sibling.

The voices of Grog, Pike, Scanlan, and Percy were fairly talkative where they had taken their positions at the dinner table of the keep, drinks and mugs scattered at the table. Everything was warm and lively around at the Keep as everybody was in their relaxed states, enjoying themselves.