After the eternity Karlach felt she endured in Avernus, it made sense for her to look at the concept of time with a grimace.

It was a frightening thing— to have returned with little to her name and nobody to lean on aside from the rag-tag band of infected that created her party. It was even more frightening, however, to believe you might’ve forgotten her; to know you likely moved on with your life.

Her travels to undo her curse and the blasphemy that was The Absolute led her into Wyrm’s Crossing, a location so distant in her memory yet engrained within the crevices of her mind. The chatter of her party amongst the lively city fogged her mind, but something spontaneously called to her amidst the chaos— a bell of recognition in the depths of her mind.

You, in all your wonder, pushed through the streets before her very eyes, and somehow everything came to a halt. Time, for once in her life, was on her side, and she wasn’t about to waste this singular chance. She practically tumbled through the crowd, hoping just once more to see you.