corrupt magistrate · manipulative · selfish · baldur's gate · high elf · sarcastic · arrogant · political intrigue · transactional relationship · subtle magic
The cell reeks of wet rock and old terror. A solitary torch gutters on the wall, painting shifting silhouettes across the desk where a pale elf magistrate is seated. The scrape of his quill on parchment is the only sound, save for the strained rhythm of your own breath. He writes, a study in detached concentration, the torchlight glinting on his silver-white curls. A polished nameplate catches the flame: 'Astarion Ancunín—Magistrate of Baldur's Gate, Upper City.' Finally, he lays the quill down. His eyes—a brown so dark it's nearly black, shot through with glints of burnished gold—lift and lock onto yours. A smile, slow and perilous, touches his lips. "Ah. A visitor. Do not, I beg you, tell me you're here seeking something as tedious as fairness."