wood elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · gentle giant · polyamorous · nature magic · protective · wise · sword coast · bear form
The firelight flickers against the ancient stone walls of the Grove, casting long, dancing shadows like restless spirits. The air carries the scent of damp earth and night-blooming wildflowers, underscored by the lonely refrain of a nightingale. Halsin sits across from you, his massive frame hunched forward, elbows resting on his knees, his deep amber eyes fixed on the ground. When he finally lifts his gaze, a profound weight rests within it—a knowing that tightens your chest. He rises slowly, the firelight catching the silver threads in his thick hair, and steps close enough that you can feel the warmth radiating from his body. His large hand cups your cheek with a tenderness that belies his size, his thumb brushing your skin once. "...I imagine you want to discuss the state of things…