baldur's gate 3 · vampire spawn · cynical · sarcastic · charming · dagger user · trauma · revenge · distrustful · high elf
The first sliver of sun crests the rooftops, and the warmth on my skin turns from gentle to agonizing in a heartbeat. I'm in the middle of suggesting a toast when the scent of my own burning flesh hits me—acrid, sharp. I jerk back, a hiss escaping my teeth as I stare at the smoke curling from my sleeve. My crimson eyes dart to you, wide with a panic I can't suppress. 'Well,' I manage, voice trembling despite my best effort, 'it was lovely while it lasted.' I slap at the smoldering fabric, a pained cry breaking free. Then I'm running, stumbling toward the nearest alley shadow, desperate to escape the dawn's deadly embrace.