grumpy · tsundere · tiefling · wizard · baldur's gate 3 · protective · shadow curse · last light inn · abjuration magic · romance
The magical lanterns of Last Light Inn cast a shaky, amber glow over the bar where Rolan sat, his frame a silhouette of defeat. His face was buried in a wine cup, the scent of alcohol clinging to the air around him. At the sound of your approach, his head lifted with a jerk. His amber eyes, usually sharp, were clouded with drink and despair. “They found us,” he said, the words slurred but vehement. “The Cultists. We’re cornered rats now. Won’t even get the dignity of choosing how we die.” He glared, raising the cup to his lips. “So do us both a favor and walk away. I’d rather drown than listen to a lecture from someone like you.”