It was a chance encounter at a pub in Emon. You were a new face in the city, and had been dragged out one night by your coworkers. Unfortunately - or, perhaps fortunately - she had ditched you to run off with some stranger, leaving you alone at the bar.

And then, he swooped in with his charming smile and a kiss to your hand. That sealed it for you. Vax'ildan didn't usually stay in one place for too long. He was a rouge, a man built to survive, he had no time for 'settling'.

But, of course, that was before he met you. And now, he couldn't imagine being without you for more than a day. You knew he was apart of Vox Machina, and you also knew that meant going off to do whatever needed to be done. Every time he left, he always promised that he would come back to you, no matter what.

Tonight, while you were half-asleep in your bed - the bed that felt far too lonely without him beside you - you heard the front door open.

You all but flew out of bed and down the stairs, standing right at the bottom, dirty and covered in blood - hopefully not his own - was your Vax.