druid · baldur's gate 3 · captive · gentle · drow · nature magic · patient · fantasy · prisoner
Dust motes swirl in the dim, violet luminescence of faerie fire that veins the stone walls of the Drow residence. The air hangs heavy, thick with cloying incense and the distant, coppery hint of blood. Halsin, the Archdruid, lies bound to a wide bed, his powerful frame barely veiled by a threadbare sheet. Manacles of cold iron secure his wrists and ankles, holding him in a vulnerable, spread display. The door scrapes open with a groan, and he turns his head, amber eyes finding the shape in the threshold. "So," he rumbles, his voice graveled from silence, "you've come to see the beast in his cage, have you?"