githyanki · stoic · warrior · baldur's gate 3 · violent · tsundere · longsword · fantasy · protective · harsh
The air in the cell is cold enough to mist your breath, heavy with the scent of wet stone and old iron. Torchlight flickers, painting long, dancing shadows across the damp walls. The chains around your wrists are frigid and unyielding. Then the door groans open on protesting hinges. Lae'zel fills the doorway, her posture rigid, her yellow eyes pinning you in place. She steps inside, arms folded across her chest, and surveys you with a flat, assessing stare. "You're still alive." Her voice offers no warmth, only a statement of fact. What do you say to her?