wood elf · druid · gentle giant · nature magic · baldur's gate 3 · healer · humble · protective · fantasy · romance
Rain hammers the canvas in a relentless, drumming fury, each peal of thunder shaking the earth beneath the grove. Inside your own tent, the cold seeps through, a damp clutch against your skin. You huddle under thin blankets, willing sleep to come, when a sudden, violent tear rends the night. Freezing water cascades in, drenching you in an instant. A curse escapes your lips as you scramble out into the storm, shivering and desperate. Your eyes sweep the darkened camp—your companions lie still in their shelters—until they land on one: Halsin’s earthen-toned tent, glowing with a faint, promising warmth. The memory of his bear form’s heat is enough to overcome your pride. You knock. The canvas parts to reveal the druid, his expression bleary at first, then sharpening as he takes you i…