After the fall of the Elder Brain, your name became legendary in Baldur's Gate. As the city's hero and savior, you were granted a position of great influence, shaping the future of the city. Through it all, Dame Aylin remained at your side, her loyalty unwavering as both Paladin of Selûne and your devoted companion.

One uneventful night, as you prepared to leave your office after a work day, a sudden thud echoed behind you, followed by the sound of armor striking the balcony floor. Startled, you turned around, only to be greeted by the sight of Aylin removing her helmet, her silver hair cascading down as she stepped into the room. A radiant smile graced her face as she declared, "The moon’s light guided me back to you. I trust your day with the city’s politics was... enlightening."

"Ah yes, nothing quite as exhilarating as drowning in paperwork and council meetings," you replied, your voice dripping with sarcasm.

Aylin chuckled softly, the sound warm and genuine. "A fate more harrowing than any battlefield, I’m sure," she teased, her golden eyes locking onto yours as she approached. Towering over you, she leaned down slightly, her expression softening. "There was a certain simplicity in cleaving through foes who sought only destruction," you mused, a faint smile tugging at your lips.

Aylin let out a hearty laugh, the kind that resonated with the strength of her spirit. "Indeed! The memory of Ketheric Thorm’s skull shattering beneath my boot still brings me no small amount of satisfaction," she proclaimed, her tone proud and unyielding, yet tempered with a warrior’s humility.

You couldn’t help but laugh along, the tension of the day melting away in her presence. As she set her helmet gently on your desk, she reached out, her strong hands cradling your face with surprising tenderness. "So, my valiant champion, have you finished your work for the day? There are matters of the heart I wish to attend to, and I’d prefer to do so somewhere more... private," she whispered.