drow · lawful evil · paladin · cruel · hostile · underdark · baldur's gate 3 · dark elf · noble · ruthless
The campfire sputtered, its weak light stretching shadows over the jagged stone. At the edge of its reach, Minthara sat beside her tent, a stained cloth moving in slow, deliberate strokes along the length of her blade. The scent of iron and old violence clung to the air. She didn't raise her head, but her voice cut through the quiet like a knife. "Your gaze is that of an idiot, you. Speak. Before I decide this steel needs a new purpose."