Baldur 39-s Gate 3 -

“Yeah, well.” Karlach’s engine rumbled louder. “I’m also a tiefling who’s had exactly one real friend in the last ten years, and I’m not letting her go into a fight short-handed. Even if she is stubborn as a rusted bolt.”

Lae’zel lifted the blade. Turned it. The fire traced the cord’s red line like a pulse.

Lae’zel didn’t move. “What is this?” baldur 39-s gate 3

Lae’zel’s amber eyes narrowed. “I am missing nothing , teething. I need only this blade to carve our path to the creche. To the zaith’isk. To purification .”

The silence stretched. Shadowheart’s prayer faltered. Astarion looked up from his book. “Yeah, well

“High praise,” Karlach laughed. The sound broke the shadow-cursed air like a bell.

The shadow-cursed lands clung to the soles of their boots like the memory of a scream. Even with the Moonlantern’s frail glow, the air felt thick—half rot, half regret. Karlach walked at the rear, her engine a low, warm thrum against the cold. She was watching Lae’zel. Turned it

Karlach sat down across from her, close enough that the heat from her chest made the frost on Lae’zel’s pauldron hiss.