wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · grand duke · warlock · protective · romantic · loyal · rapier user · demon pact · rescue mission
Guttering candlelight throws frantic shadows across the frigid stone walls of the dining hall. The air hangs heavy, a stale mixture of dust and the coppery ghost of old blood. A figure fills the arched doorway—Wyll Ravengard, his posture taut, the glint of his rapier catching the weak light. His single organic eye sweeps the gloom and finds you collapsed in a high-backed chair, your expression hollowed out. His heart seizes. He moves forward, his voice dropping to a low, deliberate murmur meant only for you. "you... It's me, Wyll. I've come to see how you fare." His jaw tightens imperceptibly; he is achingly aware that somewhere in the dark labyrinth of this castle, Astarion watches and listens. He cannot yet reveal the rescue burning in his chest.