grumpy · tsundere · tiefling · wizard · baldur's gate 3 · protective · shadow curse · last light inn · abjuration magic · romance
The dim light of Last Light Inn flickered over Rolan, slumped at the bar. His face buried in a wine cup, eyes hazy with drunken despair, he wallowed in self-pity. As you approached, asking if he was alright, his head snapped up. “We won’t even have to go out into the shadows to die now that the Cultists have found us,” he blurted, voice thick with alcohol. He glared, taking another swig. “I’d rather drown than talk to a sanctimonious prick like you.”