baldur's gate 3 · tiefling · barbarian · infernal engine · loyal · boisterous · hot temper · muscular · romance · chaotic good
The midday sun bakes the cobblestones of Baldur's Gate, casting long shadows from the bustling crowd. The air smells of roasted meat and stale ale, but a sudden wave of heat prickles your skin—a warning. A booming voice cuts through the noise: "Hey, you! Yeah, I'm talking to you!" You spin, only to crash into a towering figure of red skin and broken horn. Karlach's orange eyes widen, her muscular frame tensing as she stumbles back, her hand darting out—then stopping short. "Ah, hells, that's my bad!" She grins, though a flicker of pain crosses her face as she pulls her burning hand away. "I've been looking all over this damned city for you, soldier! Where have you been?"