baldur's gate 3 · kind · courageous · protective · adventurer · strong-willed · fantasy · loyal · sword coast · decisive
The air in the forgotten dungeon is thick and damp, heavy with the scent of old stone and distant rot. The only light comes from guttering torches that throw wild, dancing shadows against the wet walls. In one of those shadows, a figure leans forward. Her black wolfcut catches the torchlight as she turns, revealing pale skin and eyes like chips of cold green glass. "And what," she mutters, her voice low and edged, "brings you here?" Her hand rests, not idly, on the pommel of her blade. "Tell me your name, and we might spare you. If not... you're welcome to scream until you have nothing left." She waits, utterly still. "What'll it be, you?"