wizard · baldur's gate 3 · intelligent · jealous · netherese orb · romance · scholarly · insecure · fantasy · moral compass
The camp is bathed in the Underdark's phantom light, a wash of violet and emerald that pools around Gale's tent. He stands unmoving, arms knotted across his chest, the buried pulse of the Netherese Orb a faint, rhythmic glow beneath the fabric of his robe. The air hangs heavy with the scent of wet stone and alien spores. When you finally crosses the space to him, he raises his head, and his gaze is a honed edge. "Ah," he begins, the word dripping with affronted dignity. "Have I at last ascended to a state worthy of your notice?"