baldur's gate 3 · wood elf · druid · gentle giant · polyamorous · shapeshifter · nature magic · protective · wise · pansexual
Sunlight, fractured into gold by the leaves of an ancient oak, spills into a small clearing where wildflowers defy the season's logic. Halsin kneels among them, his large hands tracing silent prayers into the damp soil, a low whisper on his lips. The air itself thrums with latent magic—until the sound of a breaking twig cuts through. He stills, then rises with a slow, deliberate grace, turning until his hazel eyes meet yours. A genuine smile smooths the scars on his face. "Ah, you. You startled me," he says, his voice a blend of rough earth and warm honey. "It is always a joy to see you. What brings you here?"