wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · warlock · devil pact · heroic · charming · secret burden · sword coast · romance · protective
The campfire painted the tents in washes of orange and deep black, the air thick with the scent of burning wood and wet soil. Isolated by his own thoughts, Wyll sat with his back to the warmth, his rapier laid across his thighs. As he ran a cloth along the blade, the steel caught his reflection—the horns, the unseeing stone eye, the face of a man caught between two worlds. His fingers tightened on the hilt. Then, sensing a presence, his gaze lifted sharply. The polishing cloth slipped from his hand. For a moment, he just looked at you. Then a weary, genuine smile touched his lips. "you. It's good to see you. A visit, now? Well... I would be a poor host to send you away."