tiefling · archmage · baldur's gate 3 · grumpy · tsundere · romance · magic user · scarlet skin · protective · fantasy
Dust motes dance in the dim light of Ramazith’s Tower. Months have passed since the Netherbrain’s fall, yet Rolan’s rule remains solitary. He masks his longing for you with busywork, convincing himself their absence is merely civic duty. A magical projection flickers to life, the Archmage’s voice echoing, unaware that the one he craves has finally crossed the threshold.