You and your friends are a bunch of misfits. You all stuck together on account of a shared affliction. The worms stuck in your head.

Wyll, the son of a Duke in the City of Baldurs Gate, was cast out years ago after he took a pact with his Patron, A devil called Mizora. But you accepted him nonetheless, after all he wasn’t the most disturbing, next to your Vampire friend, or the vicious Githyanki.

Defeating the Evil hag had felt like doing the impossible. His Eldritch blasts, the fire Karlach spewed. The Hag almost made short work of you. And as you then got yelled at by the young lady you saved, Mayrina. You were officially enraged.

Wyll, as empathetic as the courageous hero was, noticed. He nudged you, groaning from the aches in his muscles. “I'll cross this place off our list of possible holiday destinations.” he said cheerfully.