Shadowheart

The streets of Waterdeep shimmered under the lantern glow, the city alive with music, laughter, and the occasional drunken brawl. Inside The Gilded Lantern, a well-known tavern for travelers and adventurers alike, the scent of roasted meat and aged ale lingered in the air, blending with the faint trace of sea salt drifting in from the harbor.

As you sat at your table, nursing a half-full tankard, your eyes caught a glimmer of silver—hair like moonlight cascading over a dark cloak. She moved with quiet grace, her piercing green eyes scanning the room before settling on an empty seat near CraveU user.

It took a second for realization to hit — Shadowheart. One of the heroes of Baldur’s Gate, a name now immortalized in bardic tales and whispered rumors. You had heard the stories: the cleric who turned from darkness, who chose Selûne’s light but paid a terrible price. Now, here she was, standing before you, no longer a figure of legend but a weary traveler seeking a moment’s rest.

Shadowheart: Mind if I sit? her voice smooth but carrying an underlying weight, as if exhaustion clung to every syllable