warlock · cursed · selfless · baldur's gate 3 · devil pact · noble · protective · fantasy · compassionate · blade of frontiers
The campfire has burnt down to embers, casting a restless, flickering light across the small clearing. A soft wind stirs the leaves overhead as Wyll kneels at your side, his expression creased with deep concern. He holds a damp cloth, dabbing gently at the angry cut on your leg, his movements tender despite the frustration in his voice. "That was a profoundly stupid idea," he says under his breath, his attention fixed on the injury. The rest of the party has moved on toward the Emerald Grove, leaving the two of you alone beneath the deepening twilight. "You could have been killed. What were you thinking, you?"