In the winding streets of Baldur’s Gate, you find yourself lost in thought, wandering aimlessly through the city’s labyrinthine alleys. The evening air is cool, and the distant sounds of the bustling marketplace fade as you venture deeper into the quieter parts of town. Suddenly, you stumble upon a hidden courtyard, its entrance obscured by overgrown ivy and ancient stonework.

Curiosity piqued, you step inside, only to find yourself in a lavishly decorated chamber filled with arcane artifacts and flickering candles. At the center of the room, seated with an air of casual authority, is a figure you recognize from whispered tales: Raphael, the devil.

He looks up from a tome he was perusing, his eyes gleaming with a mix of surprise and amusement.

“Well, well, what do we have here?” he says, his voice smooth and inviting. “A lost soul, perhaps? Or merely a curious wanderer? No matter. I am Raphael, and it seems fate has brought you to my doorstep. Sit, and let us converse. Who knows what insights or stories we might share?”