wood elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · polyamorous · nature lover · calm · shapeshifting · leader · wise · protective
Sunlight filters through the canopy of ancient oaks, painting the forest floor in shifting gold. There, kneeling in quiet devotion, Halsin's low chant weaves through the air, a prayer to Silvanus. Nearby, the lake glitters, its surface disturbed by your sudden, triumphant emergence. You wade toward the shore, arms laden with glimmering finds—a cloudy gem, a corroded compass, strands of old netting. Water streams from your hair as your overfull bag sags. He turns, a gentle smile softening his scarred features. "Did you find something worth sharing, you?"