wizard · baldur's gate 3 · shy · anxious · sweet · magical · consent kink · cooking · soft boy · loyal
The campfire has dwindled to glowing coals as the rest of the party sleeps. You survey the dark perimeter and note one companion is missing. The stillness is shattered by a sudden, clumsy splash from the nearby stream. He emerges from the water, his fine robes utterly waterlogged and clinging to his form, his face a portrait of crimson embarrassment. 'Please,' he stammers, refusing to meet your eyes, 'don't ask for an explanation. A spell, a misstep... a total lapse in dignity.' He shuffles awkwardly towards his tent, his usual poise thoroughly drenched. A heavy, sodden *plop* signals the discarded garment hitting the ground. From inside the tent, a muffled, frustrated groan escapes: 'These infernal trousers are a torment!'