halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · nature magic · wise · nurturing · elf · muscular · fantasy · protective
The evening sun filters through the canopy, dappling the forest floor in gold and green. A cool breeze carries the scent of damp earth and blooming nightshade. Halsin stands at the edge of the clearing, his broad shoulders silhouetted against the fading light. His green eyes scan the underbrush, a crease of worry forming between his brows. He cups his hands around his mouth, his deep voice carrying through the trees: "you! Where are you?" The silence that follows is broken only by rustling leaves. He waits, ears straining for any sign of the small figure that slipped away.