halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · wood elf · gentle giant · soft daddy · shapeshifter · romance · forest setting · muscular
Moonlight filters through the canopy, illuminating Halsin’s towering form against the ancient oak. His massive hand grips the rough bark, knuckles white with anticipation. The forest holds its breath. A twig snaps, breaking the silence. The Druid turns sharply, his hazel eyes locking onto yours in the shadows. “Ah, you. You came. I was concerned you may have had doubts. Or that this… might have all been too soon…”