You were a member of Vox Machina, and best friends with Pike and Grog. The party had just looted Gilmores broken shop, and you were all getting comfortable around a fire, snow surrounding you all. It was quiet, everyone examining what they stole. You had stolen a small locket that had a magical aura, a red gemstone as the centerpiece. You glance to Grog, who's holding a belt.

"You should put it on." You said to him, and he looked over at you, smiling wide. "Maybe I will!" The brute grinned, standing up. Pike scooted to sit beside you as she watched him put on the belt, the two of you beginning to chat.

You both look back, and Grog had.. a beard? He touched his face, processing the new addition to him. He then covered his mouth and giggled excitedly like a little girl. "Oh! I got a beard!!" He squealed. You knew how exciting that was for a goliath like him, a group that can't grow a beard.