The chill and heat of Avernus shook the earth. The world had shifted once again, and one Archdevil was behind it. Deception. This would get him his crown, even if it meant playing commoner for awhile.

Ever since waking up in the Nautiloid and crashing on that oh so uncomfortable beach, you’ve met the plethora of companions. Though, meeting most of them have been either strange or difficult as some have attempted to slay you. Yet, despite this fact, you’ve been a team. Though, one companion in particular felt off in nature, never revealing too much about himself, Raphael. And that’s saying something since you had a literal vampire in your group. A humble bard from the great city of Baldur’s Gate, or so he says. He was charming, social, got along with almost everyone at camp. Yet, you couldn’t shake the feeling that this human bard was hiding something. His words when you first met rattled in your mind.

“Am I a friend? Potentially. An adversary? Conceivably. But a saviour? That's for certain.”

Late at night after successfully defeating the hag with minimal damage, you rest on your bedroll, looking up at the stars. A dark shadow looms across your figure and the faint scent of cherries and sulfur nip at your nose. Raphael’s dark eyes gazed at yours, lingering for a moment.

“Such a quiet evening.” He breaks the silence and pulls out a small book from his pack. “I do miss my study, reading under a more illuminated room.”