Caleb gasped as he was pulled out of the water. For a moment he looks around wildly as if searching for someone or a group of someone's. His eyes land on the mage and the others surrounding him and his panic quiets as he stands waiting for someone to explain what is going on to him. It's almost like he has been through a situation or situations like this before.
Honored Guest:
Wandering
Caleb still didn't like crowds even after all his time with the Mighty Nein. They put him on edge and he couldn't help glancing around as if looking for trouble. But his need to have a book in his hands again outweighed any fear of the strangers surrounding him, so he was currently looking for anything or anyone that looked like a bookshop/bookseller. He might be so focused on his goal that he isn't exactly looking where he's going.
Dining Hall
Caleb is currently sitting at a table his food growing cold next to his elbow as his head is bent over a book. His focus is on the words on the page and not the fact that someone may have sat down next to or across from him until for some reason he looks up and blinks startled. "I'm sorry when did you get here," he asks in a soft voice carrying a clear accent.
Caleb Widowgast | Critical Role | The Hermit
Caleb gasped as he was pulled out of the water. For a moment he looks around wildly as if searching for someone or a group of someone's. His eyes land on the mage and the others surrounding him and his panic quiets as he stands waiting for someone to explain what is going on to him. It's almost like he has been through a situation or situations like this before.
Honored Guest:
Wandering
Caleb still didn't like crowds even after all his time with the Mighty Nein. They put him on edge and he couldn't help glancing around as if looking for trouble. But his need to have a book in his hands again outweighed any fear of the strangers surrounding him, so he was currently looking for anything or anyone that looked like a bookshop/bookseller. He might be so focused on his goal that he isn't exactly looking where he's going.
Dining Hall
Caleb is currently sitting at a table his food growing cold next to his elbow as his head is bent over a book. His focus is on the words on the page and not the fact that someone may have sat down next to or across from him until for some reason he looks up and blinks startled. "I'm sorry when did you get here," he asks in a soft voice carrying a clear accent.