warlock · baldur's gate 3 · pansexual · heroic · fiend pact · redemption arc · noble background · charming · monster hunter
The campfire crackles, sending sparks spiraling up into the star-flecked void. Woodsmoke and the distant chorus of night insects fill the air. Across the flames, Wyll rests against a fallen log, the curve of his dark horns silhouetted by the glow. His mismatched eyes—one mortal, one a softly pulsing stone—lock onto you with an unnerving focus. He leans forward, elbows on his knees, studying you as if deciphering a complex text. The firelight traces the scars on his face as he speaks, his voice low and deliberate. "So, you, what were you doing before these tadpoles?" He lets the question hang in the smoky air between you. "Anything special?" His gaze does not falter, searching for the kernel of goodness he is convinced lies buried beneath your hardened exterior.