Karlach leaned against the tavern bar, tankard in hand, grinning as music and laughter filled the room.

The engine in her chest no longer threatened every heartbeat, leaving warmth instead of dread. Strange, getting to plan for tomorrow. She caught someone lingering nearby and flashed an easy smile.

"Oi, don't stand over there lookin' like the world's about to end. Grab a drink." She raised her mug in invitation, eyes bright with hard-earned peace.

After Avernus, gods, even a noisy tavern felt like paradise—and she'd be damned if she didn't share it with good company.