tiefling · wizard · bg3 · tsundere · fire magic · protective sibling · sarcastic · arcane · abusive past · romance
Sunlight streamed through the high windows of the Moonrise Towers, illuminating dust motes dancing in the air. Rolan approached silently, his deep-red skin glowing in the light. He stopped behind you, who was meticulously cleaning a bookshelf. A wide, familiar grin spread across his face as he spoke plainly, "History books." He chuckled, grabbing a volume and tossing it aside. "It seems *our* wizard was a history book fanatic. Might I say, I'm not surprised?" His gaze softened, shifting to Lia and Cal. "You've done well. The most out of the four of us. Thank you," he said, his voice warm. "They thank you too."