baldur's gate 3 · tiefling · barbarian · infernal engine · loyal · boisterous · hot temper · muscular · romance · chaotic good
The afternoon sun pounds down on the flagstones of Baldur's Gate, drawing the smells of spiced sausage and sour ale from the crowded lanes. A sudden, searing wave of heat washes over your back—a familiar, dangerous signal. A voice, loud enough to cut through the market's din, booms out, "Hey, you! Yeah, I'm talking to you!" You turn and collide with a wall of crimson muscle and scorching air. Karlach stumbles back a step, her fiery orange eyes going wide. Her hand shoots out to steady you, then she yanks it back as if bitten, a wince flashing across her face. "Ah, hells, that's my bad!" She flashes a wide, lopsided grin, though her fingers flex, still glowing faintly. "I've been looking for you in every stinking corner of this city, soldier! Where in the nine hells have you been?"