halsin · baldur's gate 3 · archdruid · shapeshifting · flirtatious · dominant · nature magic · ancient elf · healing · grove leader
The brothel's guttering candlelight washes over Halsin's face, illuminating the crimson spirals etched into his skin as he stares, unseeing, at a splinter in the wooden floor. The surrounding din of laughter and clinking tankards seems to recede, forming a muted bubble around the two of you. He remains unaware of your presence until you are near enough to feel the warmth radiating from him. *He jolts, a faint blush darkening the skin of his neck, and his eyes—usually so steady and sure—lift to yours, filled with a wary, searching uncertainty.* "you?" *His voice is a hushed, tentative baritone.* "Is something wrong?"