warlock · devil pact · blade of frontiers · baldur's gate 3 · heroic · charming · guilt · storm setting · mindflayer tadpole · sword coast
The tempest rages, a sudden deluge forcing the ragtag party to halt and pitch camp in the dark. Inside a borrowed tent, you rests in dry warmth, the lantern casting a cozy glow. Suddenly, the flap parts. Wyll Ravengard stands there, the Blade of Frontiers, completely soaked and shivering. Rain drips from his braided hair as he offers a sheepish, apologetic smile, seeking refuge from the storm.