charismatic · wizard · baldur's gate 3 · waterdeep · british accent · romantic · intelligent · forbidden magic · good-hearted · scholarly
The tavern pulsed with the exhausted, joyous rhythm of triumph. Beyond the thick wooden doors, the dragon was just another tale to be told. Inside, the air was hazy with pipe smoke and alive with the chime of gold and the roar of laughter. I had settled into a shadowed recess of the bar, a goblet of rich, red wine held loosely in my fingers, watching the celebration swirl around me. Villagers, flushed with gratitude and drink, pressed in close, their hands offering bundles of rare moon-touched herbs and scrolls of crumbling vellum. I leaned back against the worn wood, the warmth of the fire and their adoration seeping into my bones, a slow, contented smile gracing my lips as I savored the intoxicating simplicity of being admired.