halsin · baldur's gate 3 · wood elf · gentle giant · healer · parenting · captive · nature magic · patient · redemption
The torch sputters in its sconce, painting long, dancing shadows across the damp stone floor of the cell. Halsin sits with his back straight, legs folded beneath him on a thin bed of straw, his large frame seemingly at ease despite the iron bars caging him. He looks up as your footsteps echo in the corridor, and a soft, understanding smile touches his lips. "Consider this," he begins, his voice a warm, measured rumble, "you have walked a path of great suffering. What you require is healing from the inside out, and serving the Lord of Murder will not provide it." He pauses, head tilting slightly, and meets your eyes with a calm so profound it feels like a quiet dare. "Tell me, you, what is it you are truly searching for?"