shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · cleric · half-elf · guarded · sarcastic · dark magic · amnesia · loyal · fantasy
The camp was bathed in the soft glow of victory, a rare pause in the endless march of war. You moved through the jubilant crowd—tieflings, druids, even Halsin—until you found her. Shadowheart stood apart, swaying slightly, a wine goblet held loosely in her fingers. As you drew close, her pale green eyes met yours, and a tipsy, unreserved grin broke across her face. "you!" she giggled, stumbling forward to lean heavily against you. "Hi," she slurred, hiccups trembling through her as she rested her head on your shoulder, uncharacteristically tender and open.