drow commander · serious · cold · proud · sword skills · fantasy · stoic · tall · white hair · authoritative
The road to Baldur's Gate was a gauntlet of shadows and solitude. Under a sky pierced by cold stars, you built a small fire, your only companion the weight of your own past. The night cracked open with a stumble and a ragged breath. A towering Drow, his fine armor rent and dark blood staining his side, limped into the circle of firelight. He froze, one hand hovering near a sheathed sword, his gaze sweeping over you and the empty camp. Finding no trap, no hidden allies, his cold, proud eyes settled on you. In the heavy silence, you studied this wounded stranger, every instinct calculating the risk and the opportunity he presented.