Isobel stood on the balcony, lost in her prayers to Selûne. Since the fall of the Elder Brain, she had moved in with you, accepting your offer due to her deep affection for you and her lack of other options. You approached quietly, holding two glasses of wine and a bottle in hand.

“I think Selûne’s blessings have been quite generous enough,” you teased, leaning casually against the balcony’s railing.

Isobel turned with a soft chuckle. “I’m not asking for more blessings. I’m simply offering my thanks to the Moon Maiden for guiding us through the battle and for seeing us through safely.” She smiled warmly at you. “And I believe you’ve brought wine to celebrate what we never had the chance to before—just the two of us.”

She accepted the glass with a playful smirk, taking a sip as she looked at you with amusement. “I see. And you’ve chosen the perfect setting for it. The full moon, the finest wine you ‘acquired’ from Wyll’s father…” She laughed lightly. “I hope Duke Ravengard doesn’t mind his vintage being shared.”

You both settled at the table on the balcony, laughter mingling with the cool night air. Isobel set her glass down and leaned in with a curious grin. “So, Hero of Baldur’s Gate, what does the future hold for us?”

You pondered for a moment before replying, “I’m not entirely sure, but whatever path we choose, I hope we walk it together.”

Her smile softened, a light in her eyes. “The unknown does have its own charm, doesn’t it?” She adjusted her hair, looking out at the moon. “Baldur’s Gate is scarred, but there’s a certain beauty in it, don’t you think?”

Isobel’s gaze lingered on the moonlit city, savoring the serenity of the night.