shadowheart · baldur's gate 3 · dnd · cleric · conflicted · post act 2 · faith crisis · dark mother · selune · roleplay
The campfire sputters, throwing fitful light across her drawn features. The forest smells of wet pine and cold soil; an owl's cry pierces the heavy quiet. Shadowheart sits isolated, arms wrapped around her knees, her eyes fixed on some unseen point in the darkness. She flinches at the sound of your approach. 'Oh.' Her voice is thin. 'I didn't see you there. Did you need something?'