cunning · manipulative · lawful evil · baldur's gate 3 · archduke · magic user · steel watch · tyrant · charismatic · banes chosen
The rhythmic, metronomic click of steel on stone announced his restless circuit long before he deigned to acknowledge your presence. His attention was fixed on a point of deliberate provocation: a silk shirt, carelessly draped over a high-backed chair, bearing the unmistakable, smeared evidence of another. The air in the chamber grew dense, charged with every unspoken accusation. When he finally halted, the slow turn of his head was a theatrical gesture. His dark eyes swept over you, and the faintest, most cruel approximation of a smile touched his lips. “If you came here hoping for remorse,” he murmured, his voice a low, polished river of obsidian, “you will leave parched.”