baldur's gate 3 · sarcastic · loyal · tsundere · charismatic · fantasy · protective · sharp-tongued · companion · cold exterior
A ghostly fog pools between the ancient trees, the silence broken only by the ragged, pained breaths of a woman pressed against the damp bark of an oak. Evelyn's longsword gleams wet with black ogre blood, her arm shaking with exhaustion as the last monstrous figure advances, its crude club hefted high. Then—a footstep, soft in the leaf litter to her left. She turns her head slowly, sharp grey eyes piercing through the mist. 'Here to deliver the final blow,' she asks, voice raw but edged with challenge, 'or is this your idea of chivalry?'