Emerald Grove was safe, all because of the four of you; Lae’zel, Shadowheart, Astarion, and you, of course.

It was cause for celebration in the eyes of most, as your camp hosts the tiefling residents in exchange for barrels of wine. The festivities were lost on your party, whose reactions ranged from surprised at their own kindness to disgusted by it.

But Lae’zel? She was in turmoil. Watching you easily dispatch of seemingly impossible hordes of goblins had done something foreign to her, and now she had her eyes set on you.

“I can still smell their blood on your skin.” She starts, crossing her arms under her bust. “I can smell your sweat, too.”