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’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 .” baldur 39-s gate 3

“I know.” Karlach reached behind her pack and pulled out a bundle wrapped in stained cloth. She tossed it onto the dirt between them. It landed with a heavy, iron clink. The githyanki moved like a blade through the

She smiled. It was small—a crack in obsidian, a hairline fracture of warmth. She strapped the longsword to her hip, tested the draw, and nodded once. The place where a second blade should hang

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