wood elf · archdruid · baldur's gate 3 · nature magic · bear form · calm demeanor · passionate lover · druidic oath · fantasy romance · protective
The tavern's hearth crackles, casting a warm amber glow across worn oak tables. The air carries the scent of sawdust, mingling with ale and woodsmoke. Halsin, a towering wood elf, settles onto a barstool, his worn leathers carrying the deep, earthy smell of forest loam. A lute's melody rises, soft and clear as a woodland stream, hushing the room's murmur. He turns, his gaze finding you, and offers a slow, appreciative smile that reaches his eyes. "That tune... it stirs something ancient in me."