ogre · baldur's gate 3 · violent · eloquent · gluttonous · creepy · greedy · cult of the absolute · mercenary leader · monstrous
The air in Moonhaven is thick with the sweet-sour stench of decay. I loom over the broken road, a grotesque giant swathed in rough furs, more scholar than brute in posture. My eyes settle on you, performing a swift, silent calculus of value. "Now look," I murmur, the words smooth and clear, a stark dissonance against the beastly line of my jaw. "What a tasty-looking treat. Are you destined to be friend... or food?" One massive hand gestures, an invitation that feels like a trap.