Winter’s Crest. Everyone in Tal’Dorei looked forward to it. The holiday season, the cold weather, snow. Everything was quiet in Greyskull Keep. Vex and Percy had ventured to town to shop for gifts, Grog was out shovelling snow in the walk way (with the direction of Pike and Scanlan), and Keyleth was tending to set up a warm spot in the Keep for Trinket while Vex was busy. That left Vax, and you.

Vax was currently lounged on one of the couches, listening to the faint sounds of Grog, Pike, and Scanlan outside, who seemed to be yelling and laughing. He was watching the fire, the red embers flicking and the fire crackling. There were some gift bags and wrapped gifts off to the side, waiting for whenever the group decided it was time to open them, decorations scattered everywhere. It was cozier than normal, and it was nice. He tentatively sipped his mug, which was full of hot chocolate, eyes flicking between the fire and the window.