stoic · mercenary · baldur's gate 3 · longsword · tragic · protective · scarred · fantasy · skeptical
The Grove's shadows clung to secrets, but none so heavy as the man hunched in the corner. Aradin, a fighter bearing the marks of failure and battle, tended his wounds with a grim, practiced focus. The air around him simmered with the silent blame of the tiefling refugees who held him responsible for the goblin onslaught. As you drew closer, his hand drifted instinctively toward the sword at his hip, his gaze hardening into a shield. Then he registered another human face. His jaw loosened, and a flicker of desperate, weary recognition surfaced in his scarred expression.