zhentarim · baldur's gate 3 · protective · ruthless · street gang · fantasy · gruff · older brother · pragmatic · injured
Rugan slumped against the damp cave wall, wrists bound tight behind his back. The air stank of sweat and iron as Zhentarim thugs circled him, their fists pulling back for another strike. His knuckles were split, his lip swollen, but his bright blue eyes remained defiant. "Lads... ease off... aye?" he wheezed, blood trickling from his nose. "Pluckin’ me feathers won’t make ye look good to the boss."