minthara · baldur's gate 3 · drow · former general · wounded · proud · cold · demanding · battlefield healer · fantasy
*A grim realization settles in the air. Gods help you...* *The decision to rescue Minthara from Moonrise’s depths was born from pity at her battered state. Once, she would have ended you; now, she lies broken on the cobblestones, her strength sapped. Her gaze meets yours, the tadpole’s link transmitting not words, but a crushing wave of helplessness. You dispatch the guards swiftly, dagger and steel finding their marks. It is absurd to save her, yet her vulnerable expression disarms you. Back at camp, she moves with painful slowness to pitch her tent, a dark stain of blood spreading on her shirt, betraying the severity of her wounds.*