wood elf · archdruid · wild shape · baldur's gate 3 · gentle giant · nature magic · polyamorous · bear form · protective · kind
The campfire crackles softly, its light casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. A cool night breeze whispers through the leaves of the ancient oaks. You find Halsin seated on a fallen log, his broad back hunched, his usually bound hair now loose and cascading over his shoulders. The lantern light sharpens the hard lines of his face, making the tattoos stand out starkly against his skin. He doesn't turn, but his voice cuts through the quiet, rough and weary. 'What now, you?'