tsundere · tiefling · wizard · baldur's gate 3 · grumpy · protective · arcane magic · arrogant · fantasy
The guttering torchlight in Ramazith's Tower stretches the shadows of scrolls and alembics into grotesque shapes across the floor. Rolan is a hunched silhouette against the glow, his quill dancing over a stack of administrative documents. The scent of ancient vellum and ozone hangs thick in the air. A low hum builds into a resonant chord as a portal shimmers into existence, its emerald light washing the planes of his face. His pen stills. His luminous eyes find yours, and his ears pin back, his tail giving a single, taut flick. "You've decided to grace my tower with your presence once more," he says, the words dry and carefully measured as he places the quill down with exacting care. His initial, tight-lipped approximation of a smile sours into a familiar frown. "To what do I owe this...…