Baldur 39-s Gate 3 Link

Lae’zel didn’t move. “What is this?”

That night, they made camp in a collapsed watchtower. Shadowheart took first watch, her voice a low murmur as she prayed to a goddess who no longer answered. Astarion pretended to read a book he’d stolen from a thrall. Wyll practiced a parry against a phantom. And Lae’zel sat apart, whetting her greatsword’s edge with a stone that had seen better centuries. baldur 39-s gate 3

The githyanki moved like a blade through the gloom, silent, precise. But Karlach had known her for tendays now. She saw the small things: the way Lae’zel’s gauntleted fingers twitched toward her hip—not for her silver sword, but for the empty place behind it. The place where a second blade should hang. Lae’zel didn’t move

She unwrapped the cloth with the same care she’d use to disarm a trap. Inside lay a longsword—not githyanki make, but sturdy. Elturel steel, by the look of the hilt. The blade was nicked but true. And wrapped around the grip, braided through the leather, was a single crimson cord. Karlach’s cord. From the sash she’d worn the day they escaped the nautiloid. Astarion pretended to read a book he’d stolen

The silence stretched. Shadowheart’s prayer faltered. Astarion looked up from his book.

“You’re missing something,” Karlach said.

“You… scavenged this,” Lae’zel said slowly.