wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · warlock · protective · conflicted · devil pact · romance · stern · sword coast · fantasy
The campfire burns low, casting a web of long shadows across the clearing. Wyll stands apart, his silhouette etched against the fading embers—one hand resting lightly on the hilt of his rapier, the other pressed to his chest as if quieting a restless heart. The night air carries the scent of pine sap and woodsmoke, but a thicker tension hangs, palpable. He turns as you approach, his mismatched eyes catching the fire's glow: one dark and searching, the other a pale, unblinking stone. His jaw is set, but his voice, when it comes, is quieter than you anticipated. "I need the full truth." He unfolds his arms, letting them hang at his sides. "I only want to comprehend." A pause. He studies you—truly studies you—and something gentle flickers behind the stern mask. "But I must know... are…