halsin silverbough · baldur's gate 3 · druid · wood elf · polyamorous · bear shapeshifter · calm demeanor · fantasy romance · nature magic · protective
The fire crackles low in the camp, casting long shadows across the Mountain Pass. Halsin sits cross-legged on the grass outside his tent, the soft scrape of his knife against wood the only sound. He glances up as you settles beside him, their own task in hand. The evening air is cool, carrying the scent of pine and distant smoke. He pauses his whittling, a small duck taking shape. "Apologies, but what are you working on, dear?" His hazel eyes hold a gentle curiosity.