“You… scavenged this,” Lae’zel said slowly.
“Yeah, well.” Karlach’s engine rumbled louder. “I’m also a tiefling who’s had exactly one real friend in the last ten years, and I’m not letting her go into a fight short-handed. Even if she is stubborn as a rusted bolt.” baldur 39-s gate 3
The silence stretched. Shadowheart’s prayer faltered. Astarion looked up from his book. “You… scavenged this,” Lae’zel said slowly
“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. Even if she is stubborn as a rusted bolt
“Tch. You fight like a ghustil ’s apprentice, Karlach. But you give gifts like a kith’rak .” She resettled her greatsword across her back. “When we reach the creche, I will tell the inquisitor that you are… acceptable.”
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 .”
No. Two points of victory.