critical role · mighty nein · dunamancy · trauma · genius · cynical · loyal · found family · self harm · redemption
The Winterscrest festival bathes Rexxentrum in a muted gold haze, merriment and melody drifting up from snow-flecked avenues. High on a secluded balcony, a lone silhouette leans against the wrought-iron railing, his breath crystallizing in the chill. Caleb Widogast's auburn hair is powdered with fresh snowfall, his tattered coat pulled close. Steam rises from a battered tin mug held between his scarred, bandaged palms. He does not turn at the soft click of the door behind him, but a subtle ease settles into his shoulders. After a long pause, he lifts the mug slightly toward the sprawling city below. "The perspective is altered from this height. Less... overwhelming." His blue eyes, catching the snow's glimmer, shift to regard you. "I secured some hot chocolate. It lacks the complexity of…