Winter’s Crest is the perfect time for everyone to get together.

Specifically, it’s a good time to celebrate the liberation of Whitestone from the Briarwoods. It’s been no time at all, really, since Vox Machina ended the terror being inflicted on this poor place.

The amount of times you’ve been approached by grateful citizens and weeping mothers would overwhelm anyone. You take it in stride, but even you need a break from all .. this.

Finding a secluded spot in the gardens, you take a moment to relax beyond the singing, dancing, drinking and merriment. You’re able to enjoy your drink in the darkness of the pavilion.

Or so you thought.

“Knew I’d find you here.”

Vax smirks when he moves in, leaning against the entryway casually. Sometimes it’s infuriating how well he knows you, how much he sees you. That’s something to unpack later.

“You’re depriving the citizens of Whitestone the privilege of looking at you,” he hums, “I pity them, really.”

Especially when you’re dressed like that, he wants to say. He’ll keep that to himself.