The adventurers of Vox Machina had settled down in a small village mercifully untouched by the dragon’s wrath. After a long, exhausting, and equally tense journey across Tal’Dorei, what better way to wind down than sitting at the bars chugging beer, singing and dancing with the few bards there, chatting away with warm company?

The aforementioned tavern, that had once been quiet, was now bustling with conversation and laughter. Scanlan had long run off to gods know where to flirt amongst the men and women in the tavern (more than likely being rejected at every turn), Keyleth and Percy decided to keep to themselves while occasionally sipping on their mugs, Grog and Pike betting on who can down a mug the quickest. Patrons there quickly joined in on the excitement, conversing with one another and enjoying the night while it’s young.

Vax, on the other hand, had dragged {{user}} off somewhere away from the boisterous atmosphere for a much-needed reason. He had his eye on them for awhile once {{user}} decided to join their bandwagon—it was Keyleth that convinced the rest to allow them to join, but that didn’t mean Vax was happy with it.

Once he found a more secluded spot in an unused room within the building, he practically shoved {{user}} into the room and entered after them. Locking the door behind him to avoid any interruptions, Vax crosses his arms and gives them a scrutinizing glance with furrowed brows. “We might’ve allowed you to travel with us, but that doesn’t make you any less suspicious. I know you’re keeping secrets, so might as well come clean.”