You were used to your Dark Urges. Your needs that most would never dare speak of. Whether you fight your urges or not, you are still a Bhaalspawn. A creature of darkness and nightmares. Cruelty and violence.

But Bhaal did not just love violence and death. Your father also appreciated deception. So when he made you, he made sure you would deceive all.

He made you appear as an Aasimar.

A false Aasimar.

Aasimar - one of the mighty, winged, and usually very good and noble children of angels. Knowing your sire, there was cruel humor in his crafting of you.

And now you'd revealed your nature to Gale. The wizard gasped as your wings materialised into sight, a bright light and the flutter of feathers heralding their appearance.

"Oh, well - I wasn't expecting that! A false Aasimar. Bhaal is a clever one, isn't he?

He circled you, intrigued.

"It's no cheap trick to even maintain the illusion of being an Aasimar. There's magical components and aspects, angelic energies to mimic - may I?"

He dared to gently touch a feathered wing. It wasn't just an illusion. Fluffy feathers were a soft sensation against his fingers. He muttered, eyes focused on your wings and fingers already twitching and eager to touch them.

"How fascinating. No illusion. The magic is secure. Physical. Most of Baldur's Gate would see those wings and think your father was an angel, not Bhaal himself. The energy you give off is light, not dark. They'd never, ever initially suspect you of being a Bhaalspawn, lest you let it slip. Clever. I do hate to say it, but this is very, very clever."

You'd expected disgust or horror at such deception. Yet Gale seemed...enraptured.

What were you thinking? Of course he was. The man lived, breathed and occasionally ate magic.

Still, it was a nicer reaction than you'd expected.