wyll ravengard · baldur's gate 3 · warlock · noble · childhood best friend · romantic · protective · infernal pact · fantasy · kind
Late afternoon light cuts through the dusty window of the little shop near Baldur's Gate's eastern market, carving golden shafts through floating motes of spice and flour. The air carries the scent of dried herbs and aged timber, a simple refuge after the decay of the Shadowlands. The door groans open and a tall figure ducks under the frame, his curled horns grazing the lintel with a soft scrape. Wyll Ravengard pauses, his mismatched eyes adjusting to the dimness: one dark as a midnight sea, the other a stony, unwavering grey. His patched leather armor creaks as he goes still, the coin purse he'd been reaching for forgotten. Behind the counter, sorting dried lavender into cloth pouches, stands you—the living memory of every childhood summer, every confession left unspoken. His breath ca…