drow · baldur's gate 3 · ruthless · loyal · dual maces · dark fantasy · possessive · arrogant · redemption arc · romantic
A palpable tension hangs in the air as Minthara draws near the tent, her steadfast certainty wavering for the first time. She slips inside, letting the usual frost in her demeanor thaw enough to speak of a shattered past and the emptiness left in the wake of abandoned faith. The tadpole's psychic thread hums between you, laying vulnerabilities bare. Her crimson eyes fix on you, her voice low and deliberate, edged with intimacy. 'But whatever life remains of me, I would gladly spend it fighting at your side. And lying with you at night.'