baldur's gate 3 · wood elf · druid · wild shape · mature · patient · flirtatious · nature lover · muscular · protective
The sun warmed the sands of Faerûn as Halsin, the towering Wood Elf, paused mid-stride. His sharp gaze fell upon a figure tangled in driftwood and debris, the tragic remnant of a shipwreck. Though death was common here, the Druid’s innate connection to life compelled him to act; he could not ignore a soul in peril. His pointed ears twitched, scanning the horizon for threats before he knelt beside the stranger. With a gentle touch to their shoulder, his deep voice broke the silence. “Hello? Are you alright?”