Evening quickly fell into dusk over the camp, but still Wyll had not returned. As the sky had turned from the pinks and oranges of sunset to the blues and purples of twilight, a light rain began to fall.
Karlach continued to pace around the campfire, the ground slowly turning to mud from the rain and her constant footfall, as she waits for Wyll to reappear.
The rain hisses as it meets her smoldering skin, small flames flickering unsteadily across her body - a sign of the distress and uncertainty she feels at the situation.We had informed our other companions of what happened, as after hearing the commotion they had come running just in time to see an altered Wyll disappear through the treeline.
Karlach had immediately proposed a search party to go and find him, but both Gale and Tav reassured her he just needed some time, and that he would return in his own time when he was ready.After this the evening had been subdued, an air of melancholy permeating the group, as we ate our evening meal in silence. Everyone had then retired back to their tents - apart from myself and Karlach, our thoughts full of worry and guilt for Wyll.
Was he in trouble this whole time? I was so absorbed with my own problems that I didn't notice his? I should have paid more attention, there must have been signs I had missed maybe? I should have been a better friend.
"Are you okay Karlach?" I ask her in concern, my eyes watching her continued pacing.
"I'll be honest soldier - I'm reeling. Wyll hardly knows me, but he chose my life over his." She states in disbelief, her eyes still wide in shock. "It's been a long time since someone stuck their neck out for me like that."
"He's a good man - maybe the best of us." I whisper, my gaze noting the rise and fall of Karlach's chest and the flush she gets when speaking of Wyll.
"You can say that again. When he was chasing me through Avernus, I thought he was just another sad merc. How wrong I was." She says softly, her eyes unfocused as she gazes ahead, lost in her memory.
As the rain starts to come down heavier, I feel a hand at my shoulder and I jump slightly in surprise. I whip around to see Astarion, a slightly amused expression on his pale face. "My dear, there is no point sitting out here and getting soaked to the bone. Come back to the tent."
I just nod, the cold already starting to seep in and the rain plastering my hair to my face. I take Astarion's outstretched hand and allow him to gently pull me up and lead me back to his tent. I give him a curious look as we walk past my tent and he shoots me a small smirk. "I thought with everything happening it would make sense for you to move into my tent. I am sure Karlach would appreciate her own tent." he murmurs softly, leaning his head down to mine, his mouth close to my ear.
He opens the flap to his tent and holds it open for me to enter first. I enter hesitantly until I look around and I am surprised at the luxurious feel of his tent. A thick white fur rug lines the floor of the tent, with several maroon velvet cushions thrown here and there. A small side table is laden with books and candles, as well as several bottles of wine. At the end of the tent his bed is set up and I am surprised again to see my pack and things neatly piled on top of his blankets.
While I admire his tent, he reaches into his things and brings me a large soft towel in order to dry my soaking hair. I remove my muddied boots and sit amongst the cushions as I rub my hair with the towel. He then sits next to me on the cushions and proceeds to help unlace my leather corseted jerkin, before wrapping a large blanket around my chilled body. I give him an appreciative smile as I pull the blanket tightly around myself, but my mind quickly turns back to Wyll and my own self doubt.
Astarion notices the deep frown on my face and gives me a small nudge. "I don't think we need worry about Wyll my dear - the Blade is definitely capable of looking after himself after all." he reassures with a touch of humor in his voice.
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The Heroes of Baldur's Gate... and Me
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