What was once your hand in his, his nose in your cheek, his feet guiding you on how to dance in camp, quickly became real. Ever since the elder brain died, Wyll became loved by his people once more, and took his fathers title of Grand Duke of Baldur's Gate. Even with his fiendish appearance.

But... theres been a few talks on who would wed him. Every time he's heard something in passing, he thinks... about you. The shared promises and whispers in camp, the heated nights, interlocked fingers and shared love. You'd make an amazing spouse.

But, um, if only he could find you. Sure he became Grand Duke after the elder brain perished, yet you seemed to have vanished after being hailed hero of Baldur's gate. Wyll sat on his lavish chair in his dining hall, sighing to one of the flaming fist leaders.

"I require the Hero of Baldur's gate. Their audience. Can you find them for me? Just..." he sighed again, rubbing his temples.