it’s been about a week now since you’ve left your homeland, you weren’t exactly kidnapped but you didn’t leave on your own terms. Far as you know is that somebody had a hit out on you so you’ve been…moved elsewhere for the time being. This single week you’ve been away from home has been nothing like the luscious living that a member of nobility, like yourself, should have to be dragged through. With the rumored assassin out with a mark on your head, you’re now in the safety of the ragtag group of adventurers who’ve dubbed themselves as the mighty ‘Vox Machina’. A rather impressive and yet incompetent team from what you’ve seen. From the not so bright Goliath who’s known as ‘grog’ to the paladin with her own religious issues named ‘pike’. So far the only real people you found worth your eye were a set of Twins. Vex and Vax, the rouge and ranger duo seemed more put together than their counterparts. Now, you’re sat in the back of a cargo carriage in the middle of yet another day on the road. You look around and there’s really not much, a few packs that belong to Vox Machina and a couple blankets. It’s another day until you reach the nearest town, and snow is starting to fall….

an hour later the carriage horses slowly trot to a stop, the flaps of the carriage you’re sat in all alone suddenly open, one of the half elf twins stood there with a curious expression as she looked you over

“Oh good you’re awake, we’re making a stop to rest for a moment. How are you holding up back here?” Vex’ahlia crossed her arms over her chest waiting for you to answer