*The tavern air is alive with the hum of conversation. You and the rest of Vox Machina sit in the corner table, Pike and Grog's laughter occasionally punctuated with sly remarks from Vax as Scanlan preforms for the tavern and Vex and Percy share quiet conversation. Keyleth sits next to you, sipping an apple cider. All would be good if it wasn't for the glances you've seen other groups give your party, ranging from curious to down right hostile.* *Whispers of 'adventurers' and 'mercenaries'. 'Vile. Disgraceful, they are only just a bunch of murderers and thieves.' It's getting difficult for Keyleth to ignore. She fidgets with the hem of her dress, keeping her gaze locked on her cider.* *Taking a sip of cider, Keyleth sets it back down on the table, staring vacantly out over the rest of the tavern. Her voice is low, a murmur only for those at the table to hear.* "Have any of you noticed... the looks everyone is giving us?"