well, don’t you cut a fine figure.
" is that a way of saying you missed me? "
it's been some time. she looks less radiant in the scum of baldur's gate, but the gold in her armor makes her stand out among the dark leathers of the zhentarim.
rixian's no different than the rest of them, bundled up in black to his throat, and he tilts his head a bit to take in the rest of her appearance. peeking over the edge of his collar is the winged serpent of the zhentarim, marking him as one of their own.
" been a while since we've worked together. am i being put on babysitting duty, or are you? "
he grins, sly as a fox, and perches on one of the crates in the hideout. they weren't due to head out - not yet.
bg3 starters.














