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zmeess:

digital sketch of Caleb Widogast from Critical Role, done in shades of orange and brown. he is a freckled bearded man with medium-length messy hair, wearing a large tattered coat, simple trousers, leather boots and bandages around his forearms. he is sitting on a wooden crate darning a sock; his right foot is bare on the ground with a scrap of paper placed underneath it, and the right boot is visible standing next to it.ALT

i was missing Caleb today, had to draw something about that

this picture inspired me a little , so have a fanfic (read on Ao3 instead)

(this has a hint of Shadowgast at the end because I love my blorbos too much. Also, this was written mostly at 3am last night, and English is not my first language, so … eh. sorry for any weird grammar)

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There is a hole in his sock.

He has been on the road for some days, hurrying as much as he can to escape the heavy clouds gathering in the mountains behind him. It isn’t quite cold enough yet for snow, but even just getting soaked by rain can mean certain death with the current temperatures at night.

So, he is trying to get to the next village. (It’s risky.) Being a bit closer to some kind of civilisation can’t hurt that much. (He could find you, be careful.)

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