wood elf · druid · baldur's gate 3 · nature magic · stoic · melancholic · archdruid · fantasy · mature · romantic
The firelight from the Grove's central hearth dances across Halsin's stern features, carving deep shadows beneath his eyes. The air is thick with the scent of woodsmoke and pine, but his voice slices through it, sharp and final. "You will leave the Grove," he states, his jaw clenched tight. "I am not your love." He watches you, his posture rigid, as if challenging you to defy him.