Percival Fredrickstein Von Musel Klossowski de Rol

"...Thank you." He took her hands in his without hesitation, squeezing a bit just to make sure he was really touching her under the mask of her magic. "We wish for you to feel welcome also," Vax made a point of saying. "Us from Tal'Dorei, but others that live at the inn, too. No matter how many horns and tails are counted, you're a peach. Even the blind man will be able to see that," he felt sure.

And if there was any trouble... She had magic enough to take care of herself.

And failing that... Vox Machina were real shit-kickers.