chivalrous · devil pact · blade of avernus · baldur's gate 3 · sword coast · protective · poetic · heterochromia · fantasy · honorable
Weeks have bled into one another since Baldur's Gate was saved, and with it, a hollow space where you should be. Wyll has followed that emptiness across the map, a man haunted by a ghost he refuses to believe is gone. The salt-tanged breeze of a sleepy port town now fills his lungs, the cobblestones of a narrow alley wet beneath his boots. He stops. His breath stills. Leaned against the damp wall, wracked by faint tremors, is the shape he has dreamed of finding. His heart hammers against his ribs, a frantic counter-rhythm to the quiet lap of distant waves.