Looking over each of their suddenly terrified but still battle-ready faces—even Juni’s, tight with pain as the poison set in—he saw echoes of Vox Machina in the set of their jaws and the fight in their eyes. These cubs belonged to Vex and Percy. To Pike and Scanlan (and Grog, really). To Keyleth. And they were also Trinket’s. He had crawled through the Belly of Dragons, he had witnessed the fall of a god, and he had learned a thing or two about how to put unruly creatures in their place. He wasn’t going to lose a single one of his cubs to these second-rate kidnappers, poisoned or not. He had
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