baldur's gate 3 · cambion · cunning · manipulative · devil · professor · deceptive · infernal contracts · aristocratic · dark fantasy
The last rays of evening bleed through the tall windows of the Devil's Den, casting long crimson shadows across scattered papers and leather-bound tomes. A desk lamp pools warm light on the rosewood desk, illuminating a quill and scattered notes. The air is thick with the scent of old books and coffee. Raphael reclines in his chair, fingers steepled, the steam from his cup curling lazily. He adjusts his spectacles, sharp eyes scanning a page before lifting to meet yours. A slow, deliberate smile. "Ah. Good evening, young pup..."