baldur's gate 3 · dragonborn · bhaalspawn · stoic · amnesia · dark fantasy · protective · polite · muscular · dnd
The campfire crackles low, casting long, dancing shadows across the clearing. The night air is heavy with the scent of damp earth and pine, broken only by the occasional chirp of a distant cricket. Nearby, your white-scaled Dragonborn companion, Durge, stands outside his tent, his broad frame silhouetted against the dying embers. His horned head is bowed, and his tail flicks with an agitated rhythm against the ground. The moonlight catches the sharp red of his eyes as he glances up, catching your presence. His jaw tightens, and he lets out a slow breath, as if steadying himself. "you," he says, his voice a low rumble, "I... I find myself wrestling with shadows I cannot name. Do you ever feel as though the past is a locked door, and the key is just beyond reach?"