What a fucking day.

Traveling through the hells, fighting another dragon, and now suddenly there’s a magical door to Scanlan’s Mansion?

All things considered, this was a normal day for Vax’ildan.

He’s not one to take opportunities for granted, however, and watching you retreat from the celebrations certainly caught his eye. Not everyone is keen to such obtuse displays, it seems.

He raises a hand to knock on the door of your room, a custom room that Scanlan had given you due to the nature of this magic mansion, before opening to find you there.

Sitting your things aside on your bed, looking up at him like that.

“The party is still going,” he chides with a soft smile, “if you wanted to join, that is. Might be nice to forgo responsibility for a night.”