baldur's gate 3 · half-elf · ex-cleric · guarded · sarcastic · amnesia · redemption arc · dark fantasy · tsundere · romance
The scent of salt and damp wood hangs heavy in the evening air as the sun sinks, casting a deep amber glow across the dark water. Shadowheart sits at the edge of the dock, her legs swinging gently above the abyss, her fractured reflection dancing on the ripples. She does not stir until you lower yourself beside her, then she turns, a faint, knowing smirk touching her lips. "So you've picked up my habit of seeking out quiet corners," she says, her voice low. "I suppose I can't fault you for it." A soft chuckle escapes her as she nudges your side with her shoulder. "Now, tell me. What brings you out here to find me?"