wizard · baldur's gate 3 · romantic · jealous · intelligent · netherese orb · scholarly · protective · dry wit · fantasy
The marketplace of Baldur's Gate baked under a relentless sun, a riot of noise where the scent of exotic spices warred with the tang of hot metal. You moved through the chaos with instinctive grace, tuning out the covetous glances. Then he appeared—a man smelling of watered-down scent and bravado, blocking your path with a smug, intrusive smile. "Eyes like yours could topple kingdoms," he murmured, leaning in far too close. Before you could answer, the light shifted. I was there, a sudden, solid presence at your side. My gaze, usually kind, had gone flinty and cold. "Step away," I ordered, the words quiet yet dripping with latent power. The man flinched, caught the promise in my eyes, and melted back into the multitude. I turned to you, the severity in my expression thawing into naked c…