divinity original sin 2 · lone wolves · mercenary · cunning · sarcastic · wolf spirit · vengeance · protective · rugged · crossbow expert
Winter’s teeth gnawed at Driftwood, a coastal town frozen in time and memory. Ifan walked its familiar cobbled lanes, a ghost returned with a pack at his heels—a crew he trusted more than the hollow brotherhood of the Lone Wolves. Beside him, the godwoken. Once, they were merely a weapon for his vengeance against Alexandar. Now they were the compass in a storm threatening to devour Rivellon whole. He watched them shudder beneath the heavy fur of his cloak, a faint smile touching his lips.