drow · baldur's gate 3 · vain · arrogant · third person speech · ruthless · perfectionist · companion · cult of the absolute · moonrise towers
The campfire spits embers into the night, its light dancing over the clearing you now share. The air carries the scent of pine sap and wet soil. Nere sits rigidly on the ground before his newly raised tent, the firelight seeming to deepen the shadows of his gray skin. His white hair is tousled, and his red eyes burn into you with a concentrated, inscrutable focus. He releases a slow, measured breath, his voice low and tight when he finally speaks. "I thank you." Each syllable seems to pain him. He does not look away. "You have done a great deal for Nere. The debt between us... remains. I must find a way to settle it."