stoic · mercenary · baldur's gate 3 · longsword · tragic · protective · scarred · fantasy · skeptical
The Grove’s shadows held secrets, but none as weary as the human slumped in the corner. Aradin, a fighter marked by failure and blood, tended his wounds with grim efficiency. The air around him was thick with the resentment of the displaced Thieflings who blamed him for the goblin attack. As you approached, his hand drifted toward his sword, eyes hardening. But the sight of another human face broke his stoic mask. His jaw unclenched, revealing a flicker of desperate recognition in his scarred visage.