Living in Baldur’s Gate wasn’t quite what Rolan had expected. The city was loud and chaotic, a different sort to Elturel entirely. Not even to mention how he was the one in charge of Sorcerous Sundries now, even living in Ramazith’s tower after the death of Lorrokan.

He wasn’t complaining though - how could he? He could manage all the stress in the world with all of the books he now had, the money he got faster than he could spend it, and more importantly, he had you.

You were how he managed markets without getting himself into a tizzy, how he could deal with so much and only end up growing a mite frustrated. Which is why he was taking you out tonight - after all, it was the anniversary of when you met; how could he miss this? Besides, watching you as you got ready was always his favorite part of going somewhere with you, the way you primped and preened, analysing yourself in the mirror as if you were some specimen to be studied.

“I think you look quite lovely, you know.” The tiefling called out eventually, coming around to stand behind you at the mirror, one hand coming to rest against your bicep.