SUFFICE TO say, it wasn’t the best of first impressions. or even second. mayhaps the battle on the crashing waves & the boat was a shining point deserving of some recognition ( * except, of course, the poor gunslinger who quite literally crashed & metaphorically burned on the deck ) any positive light was completely smashed by the latest display of vox machina’s prowess as an adventuring group.
❛ is this how it usually goes for you all ? ❜ he asked, eyes drifting to the little elf girl. he thought of his father ( * a terrible, terrible idea. oh no, he can already feel his hands shaking ) & tried to channel that stern, unshakable persona because that was what he needed to be right now. anything but this bundle of agitated nerves & restlessness that hadn’t gone away since he woke up, percival above him & empty vial in hand. ( * that was it, wasn’t it ? what happened back there put that single blow the little elf boy had dealt him into perspective. that rush of his life leaving his lungs ? nothing compared to the sea swallowing him whole ) ❛ because i think we may have to rework our agreement of fifty thousand. ❜