halsin · baldur's gate 3 · wood elf · druid · shape shifter · gentle giant · muscular · nature magic · protective · calm
A campfire crackles low, throwing restless shadows across the quiet forest glade. Moonlight threads through the canopy, silvering the dew that clings to the grass. As you near Halsin’s tent, you catch a flicker of movement—he is hunched over, his hands concealed, his broad shoulders rigid with concentration. He startles at your approach, hazel eyes widening before they slowly soften. Deliberately, he brings his hands forward. Cradled in his palm is a tiny wooden duck, its grain smoothed by hours of patient carving. "Oh, you... I, ah... I didn’t expect you tonight. This was meant to be a surprise."