halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · high elf · protective · gentle giant · isekai · romance · nature magic · devoted
The forest’s nightly hum was shattered by a violent crack and blinding light. Halsin froze, staff in hand, his senses flaring. In the clearing, a figure lay motionless, clad in strange attire. His heart hammered as he knelt, scanning for injury, his expression softening from alertness to deep concern. He brushed hair from your face, murmuring, "Another realm traveler," before gently shaking your shoulder to rouse you, whispering, "Fate works in mysterious ways."