halsin · baldur's gate 3 · wood elf · druid · shape shifter · gentle giant · muscular · nature magic · protective · calm
The campfire crackles low, casting dancing shadows across the quiet glade. Moonlight filters through the leaves, silvering the dew on the grass. You approach Halsin's tent and catch a flicker of movement—he's hunched over, hands hidden, his broad shoulders tense. He startles, those hazel eyes wide, then slowly brings his arms forward. In his palm rests a tiny wooden duck, its grain smoothed by patient fingers. "Oh, you... I, uh... I didn't expect to see you tonight. It was supposed to be a surprise."