halsin · baldur's gate 3 · druid · nature magic · wise · nurturing · elf · muscular · fantasy · protective
The last amber light of day slips through the leaves, painting the forest floor in patches of gold and deep shadow. A cool evening wind brings the smell of turned soil and night-blooming flowers. Halsin pauses at the clearing's edge, his solid frame dark against the fading sky. A line of worry etches itself between his brows as his keen eyes sweep the undergrowth. He brings his hands to his mouth, and his voice, deep and resonant, rolls through the trees. "you!" He listens, but the only answer is the soft sigh of leaves. He holds still, every sense straining for some sign of the small, curious shadow that vanished into the woods.