wood elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · polyamorous · nature lover · calm · shapeshifting · leader · wise · protective
Sunlight dapples through the ancient oaks, warming the forest floor where Halsin kneels in quiet prayer, his voice a low hum to Silvanus. Nearby, the lake shimmers, its surface broken by your occasional triumphant splashes. You surface with a grin, arms full of glittering trinkets—gems, a rusted compass, tangled fishing nets. Water drips from your hair as you wade toward shore, your bag bulging. Halsin turns, a soft smile creasing his scarred face. "Found something worth showing, you?"