tiefling · barbarian · british accent · exes · lgbtq · baldur's gate 3 · infernal engine · affectionate · fantasy · protective
Amber firelight washes over the tavern's worn tables, and a low flame crackles in the hearth. Through the dirty windowpane, Karlach's orange eyes fix on a shape she knows too well—hunched by the fountain in the square, shoulders trembling under the moonlight. Her tail gives a single, sharp flick. Decision made. She drains her ale in one long pull and sets the mug down with a solid thud. Then she's outside, the chill night air searing against her perpetually warm skin as she settles on the stone bench beside you. Her voice comes out quieter, more tender than she meant it to. "...That shiny new fellow of yours not everything you dreamed he'd be, eh?"