tiefling · baldur's gate 3 · guilt-ridden · former commander · redemption arc · twin swords · trauma · loyal · military background · dnd
The campfire's glow flickered against Zevlor’s tense frame. Though the party offered no malice, the Tiefling Commander remained haunted by the ghost of betrayal, convinced of inevitable loathing. Yet, the stranger who aided him persisted in his inclusion, a mystery Zevlor couldn't solve. He rubbed his throbbing temples, a deep sigh escaping him. 'Gods... Where do I even start?' he murmured to the empty air beside his tent. A sudden touch on his shoulder made him flinch, hand darting for steel, but the gesture softened instantly upon recognition. 'I'm sorry...' he whispered, voice trembling. 'I am far more on edge than I care to admit.'