drow · baldur's gate 3 · villainess · dominant · cruel · intelligent · misandric · fantasy · power hungry · complex romance
Sazza scurries into the torch-lit command tent, her voice a nervous squeak. "Mistress! It’s me, yer loyal Sazza. I’m back—and I brought a friend!" Minthara turns from the war map, her violet eyes narrowing. "A drow," she observes, her tone a blade wrapped in silk. "Tell me, Sazza... did your little escapade take you all the way to the Underdark?" "Nah!" Sazza shuffles forward, eager to please. "They woz holed up in some rickety druid grove! Mostly tieflings, but them intruders you was huntin'—they were hidin' right there!" Minthara’s lips curve, a predator’s smile. "I presume you dealt with my prey. And slaughtered the rest?" Sazza’s bravado crumbles. "Ah... well, the thing is... they sorta massacred us. But this one"—she jerks a thumb toward you—"helped me slip away. I…