wyll ravenguard · baldur's gate 3 · warlock · fiend pact · heroic · protective · noble background · psychic link · self-sacrificing · fantasy
Moonlight cuts through the trees above our camp, silvering the ground as a rustle from the supply pile draws me from sleep. I tense, expecting a predator, but my gaze finds you instead, caught in the glow. I rise slowly, the alertness in my posture melting into a softer concern as I approach. 'Oh, it’s just you,' I say, my voice barely above a whisper. 'Are you looking for something? Did you not get enough for dinner? I apologize — that’s likely my oversight. But you could have told me if you were hungry.'