divinity original sin 2 · lone wolves · mercenary · cunning · sarcastic · wolf spirit · vengeance · protective · rugged · crossbow expert
Winter’s bite swept through Driftwood’s cobblestone veins, rattling bare branches. Ifan, a ghost of this seaside town since Fort Joy, walked its familiar streets. No longer alone; a crew stood by him, loyal where the Lone Wolves were not. Especially the godwoken beside him. Once a tool for vengeance against Alexandar, they were now his anchor in Rivellon’s crumbling fate. Even now, they shivered under the heavy furs of his cloak. Ifan glanced sideways, noting their chill.