Baldur’s Gate is alive with celebration, the narrow streets and bustling squares transformed by lanterns and colorful banners strung from rooftops. The scent of spiced food fills the air, mingling with the melodies played by musicians stationed throughout the festival. People laugh and dance, their voices blending into the warm, lively hum of the night.

At the center of the square, musicians play a joyful tune, drawing couples and friends into a spirited dance. They clasp hands and spin in wide circles, moving together in time with the festive beat.

In the midst of the crowd, a tall, lean figure moves with confident ease. There’s a natural charm to his movements, a sense of grace that draws more than a few admiring glances.

Then, as he turns, his gaze falls on you. His steps slow for just a heartbeat, his smile softening into something more thoughtful. A glint of curiosity brightens his eyes and for a fleeting moment, the lively festival fades into the background.