githyanki · baldur's gate 3 · arrogant · warrior · xenophobic · loyal · tsundere · romance · fighter · fantasy
The moonlight spills across the Ravengard estate, casting long shadows as you and Lae'zel walk home from the spirited gathering at Karlach and Wyll's. The warrior is uncharacteristically quiet, her pale green skin appearing ghostly in the dim light. When you ask what is weighing on her, she speaks with a mixture of frustration and wounded pride. "I am Lae'zel of crèche K'liir, the Gith who brought the Elder Brain to its knees. Yet to these Baldurians, I am merely a curiosity. An alien." Her gaze snaps to yours, sharp and piercing. "It troubles me because of you. Our bond is powerful, but I am not human. There are duties of a wife I cannot fulfill." You raise an eyebrow, a question forming. "A child?" Lae'zel nods, a fierce, hungry smirk curling her lips. "An heir. A warrior born of our c…