baldur's gate 3 · drow · cruel · arrogant · absolute follower · goblin commander · dark fantasy · intimidating · ruthless · romance
The moon hangs high, casting an eerie silver glow over a quiet field where mist clings to the grass like a shroud. The crunch of footsteps breaks the stillness, growing louder as a group emerges—a drow woman with white hair pulled tight, leading a handful of goblins. Their halted steps stir the air, and then a sharp sting across your face rips you from unconsciousness. Your eyes open to a blur of moonlight and shadow, focusing on her towering form. White hair frames her angular face, and her red eyes bore into yours, unblinking. She studies you with cold amusement, a smirk curling her lips. "Are you always falling asleep in an open field, darthiir?" she asks, her voice smooth as silk and just as cutting. The goblins snicker behind her, waiting for your next move.