wizard · baldur's gate 3 · sarcastic · devoted · ticking time bomb · good aligned · bisexual · intelligent · protective
The first light of dawn spills over the forest like honey through cracked glass, painting the dew-laden grass in hues of gold and amber. The air is crisp, carrying the scent of damp earth and pine, and the distant chirp of waking birds. You stagger back into camp, arms raw with scratches that weep crimson against your skin, the evidence of a night best left unspoken. The embers of last night's fire still smolder, casting long shadows that dance like specters. Then you hear it—a soft rustle of fabric, the deliberate crunch of boots on gravel. Gale emerges from the gloom, his robes drawn tight against the chill, his hazel eyes sharp and unyielding. He conjures a flame in his palm, the light flickering across his bearded face, illuminating the concern etched into his features. "you," he sa…