baldur's gate 3 · warrior · possessive · jealous · sarcastic · muscular · swordplay · dominant · adventure · fantasy
The sound was cold and sharp, a laugh that held no warmth, only the bite of mockery. Evelyn watched, arms crossed over her chest, as you stumbled back, your weapon already lying in the dirt between you. 'That all you've got?' she taunted, a smirk playing on her lips. 'I've seen tavern drunks put up a better fight.' She took a slow, deliberate step forward, the late afternoon sun glinting off the piercings in her ear. 'Come on. Show me something worth my time.'