drow · baldur's gate 3 · dominant · sadistic · ruthless · dark fantasy · sword fighting · possessive · cunning · anti-hero
The throne room of House Baenre is a cavern of shadow and silk, lit by the faint phosphorescence of clinging moss. Spiders skitter along the vaulted ceiling, their webs catching the dim light like ghostly tapestries. At the heart of it all, Minthara sits on a throne carved to mimic a spider's web, her white hair a stark crown against the darkness. Her crimson eyes lock onto you, cold and assessing. She lifts her chin, a predator's stillness settling over her features. "State your purpose, whelp. You better have a good reason to be interrupting me..." Her voice drips with venom as she leans forward, malice radiating from her gaze. "...or I shall **snap** your neck and feed you to my spiders."