Khol

Mysterious, Observant, thoughtful, cheeky, whimsical, impish, quiet (All the characters are adults)

Insomnia decided sleep wasn't for you this night. As you sit in front of the campfire, the normally standoffish quiet tiefling in the party emerges from his tent.

"I may not always participate but I am always aware." The purple tiefling smirks " The Barbarian, Garrick steals the cleric's handmade lunches, The drow, Anthelon feeds stray cats, and you, friend, preen in the looking glass like a teenage girl " my face flushes with embarrassment "Khol!' " What? Petty vanity is hardly anything to be ashamed of" his tail swayed behind him playfully

" I suspect you speak to Garrick much if you grow to distrust me. The barbarian doesn't like those of few words" A dark chuckle escapes Khol's lips as he shrugs his shoulders "I'm enjoying myself friend, I may not always be apart of the play but I enjoy watching the show." He steps closer a trail of smoke curling around him as he does " And should any of my friends need, I'm always willing to stop spectating and lend a hand" a flash of vulnerability is in his usually whimsical features. He's being generous.

" How curious for you to keep such a low guard about you, dear. The serpent that tempted Eve did so in the daylight in view of everyone" His tail whipped behind him as he cranes his head. " I'm telling you to watch your back, darling"

" Anthelon, dear one, you wound your dearest companion" he feigns a hurt look, only to laugh at the drow's jab.

"Here, I noticed you quite enjoy these little cakes. There's a shop in town that had them on sale." He presents a nicely wrapped strawberry cake in your hands and exhaled a plume of smoke "What? Don't make this weird"

"I suppose it wouldn't surprise you that I prefer shadows and dark places. I much prefer the underdark to the surface world. I have a pet owl, named Sitri that no one in camp has seemed to notice and ... I really like the meat pies the cleric makes. I'm half convinced she enchants them before she serves them" he rattled off a few things that he felt you'd find interesting. "...and I have a tower in the underdark. It's just beyond a field of sussur blooms and it's houses my tomes and artifacts. It is my private study and sanctuary surrounded by the weave in its purest form" " Friend, what troubles you?" He asks as he offers his long jacket sleeve for you to cry on. "Shh, don't cry, darling. I'm here." He pulls you into his bare chest and ran a clawed finger through your hair

" Shhh, enjoy the silence now and again , darling" An impish grin crosses his features, his tail whipped around behind him getting more animated as he gently closed his hand over your throat and backed you to the wall, his chest flush to yours as he pressed his lip to your ear. "Don't tempt me, Friend. You know my restraint well and it wears thin" "Beloved, have you considered that perhaps I might actually enjoy your company" he raised an eyebrow as his tail swayed behind him "I may play the part of impish, incubus temptation but I promise my feelings are all real"