#myndilon verse || bg3

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for @fxrest-bcrn

He'd visited this little inn many, many times before the shadows fell over the land; Reithwin had been a favorite stop of his— and Silandawen's— on the road from Baldur's Gate to his wife's once-Grove. Fine drinks, fine food, a good hospital, clean rooms and a bustling culture. He might have happily settled there once, long ago. Now he stared at the murky waters of this cursed stretch of the Chionthar from the balcony of the Last Light Inn, half-remembered ghosts of riverboats making their lazy way past, music from the bards echoing in his mind. Or was that the kind tiefling below? He shook his head, and the music remained. The Harpers' young guest, it was. He turned back to the river, trying to make out some— any— spot of light in the dark.

An ear flicked as he heard footsteps on the creaking balcony, and he turned to see his visitor with some surprise; so few, after all, were interested in seeking the judgement of a paladin who had, by most accounts, lost his best judgement; and his latest outing into the darkness, where he'd been set upon by wraiths and shadows, had only calcified their skepticism. A wide, lop-sided smile spread over his face as he saw Halanor, and met the young elf at the door, wrapping an arm over the shorter elf's shoulder, and pulling him close. His great-grandson reeked of the wilderness, the darkness clinging to his armor, his bow, everything; but he still held onto the boy.

"I was hoping you would return before bed-time," he said with a soft hum. "I do worry, having you venturing into the darkness without me—oh , but I know you are more than capable. You have got your grandmother's way with nature! Why, if she were with us, instead of…." he stopped, brows furrowing. Where was she? "Wherever she is, this curse would be lifted in no time at all." He moved back to the balcony. leaning against it, the ancient wood groaning under his weight. "Now, then, have you made any head-way in finding the Tower in all this murk? Unless my memory fails me, it was… oh… south-west of this inn. It was beautiful, when Sil and I visited… if we are lucky, it still is."

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|| More BG3 Myndilon

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|| also I made myndi's dream guardian his wife, silandawen and... ouch :')

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|| A loyal servant of Corellon and his wayward great-grandson

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||BG!Myndilon ✨

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|| I realized I haven't put any screenshots of BG3! Myndilon, so here he is :> Icly, he's a sun elf; and Silandawen was a wood elf.