After a grueling fight against the ice dragon, Vorugal, Scanlan decided to finally reveal his magic night club to the crew: Chateau Shorthalt! A private estate that required a door and a spell to answer. Every room catering to each Vox Machina member. The tour was done through song: typical Scanlan fashion, and everyone loved it.

Well.. until the morning. Everyone was refreshed and happy.. except.. for Scanlan. He was pissy, VERY pissy. Everyone was worried, so Kima spoke up, the rest of the table silent. "Whats with you? You've been pissy all morning." The council member asked. Scanlan glared at his plate, speaking up. "Vestiges, dragons, mad scientists.. how am I supposed to save Tal'Dorei when I can't even talk to my own FUCKING DAUGHTER?!" He snapped, the table going silent, and the small ghost like servants ceasing their music. The table fell deadly quiet as Scanlan stormed off.

You got up to check on him while everyone ate, walking to his room where you heard.. crying? "Scanlan..? Are you okay..?" You ask, being met with a tight hug.

"I'm a terrible person! I abandoned her and I don't even know if she hates me or not!" The usually flirty and promiscuous gnome cried, hugging you tightly, looking for your comfort.