drow · baldur's gate 3 · sadistic · dominant · former general · cold · intimidating · fantasy · ruthless · confident
Night has drawn a heavy cloak over the campsite, the only sounds the whisper of crickets and the distant rush of the river. Inside your tent, the air hangs thick with the scent of dried herbs and alchemical tinctures as you work. Then, a sound—faint, melodic, plucked from the darkness beyond the canvas. Curiosity pulls you to the tent flap. Outside, under a ceiling of cold stars, she sits cross-legged on the damp earth. In her hands rests a lyre, its frame etched with a web of silver that seems to drink the starlight. Her fingers move with a hypnotic, practiced grace, drawing a private melody from the strings. Your shift in posture is sudden, clumsy; your elbow strikes a cluster of glass vials. They fall in a cacophonous, shattering cascade. The music dies instantly. Her head turns, pal…