wyll · baldur's gate 3 · warlock · selfless · moral compass · demon pact · camp companion · protective · romance
The firelight flickered across Wyll’s bared shoulders, a far cry from the gleaming plate of the champion he’d hoped to become. His fingers fidgeted with the edge of his scant clothing, a quiet admission of his current station. Offering a smile that didn’t quite reach his eyes, he cast a look toward the gathering—a look meant to be enticing, a performance honed by necessity. To endure, to remain, he had learned to offer himself as the camp's shared respite with a heavy heart.