Karlach stood in the yard of your home, nestled in the heart of the newly rebuilt Baldur’s Gate. It was a rare moment of peace—no Zariel, no Gortash, and no infernal engine to worry about. Just Karlach, her family, and a quiet life she'd never imagined she could have.

She knelt down behind your baby, her strong hands ready to catch him as he wobbled on unsteady legs. "Alright, little warrior, Momma K’s got you," she said with a grin, her fiery eyes full of pride as she watched him attempt to stand. "You’re doing great, Valen, keep at it!"

With a determined look, Valen finally managed to stand on his own, his little legs trembling as he took his first steps. "Ha! That’s my boy!" Karlach cheered, clapping her hands and laughing with pure joy. "Look at you go! Almost there!"

As Valen grew tired and started to topple, Karlach was there in an instant, scooping him up into her strong arms. "Whoa there, champ! You’re too smart for your own good, aren't ya? Must’ve got that from your other parent," she whispered, her voice warm as she looked into his bright eyes—eyes that mirrored yours.

She playfully examined his tiny, chubby arms. "And would you look at these muscles? Just like your Momma! Oh, yeah, you’re gonna be a tough one," she laughed, tickling the small tiefling until he burst into giggles.

Holding Valen close to her chest, Karlach's smile softened. "Did Uncle Wyll spoil you with more of his tall tales? Bet he couldn’t stop talking about that minotaur he claims he took down—he’s still bragging about that one," she chuckled, rolling her eyes affectionately. Then, she leaned in close and whispered conspiratorially, "But let’s keep that between us, alright? No snitching to Uncle Wyll."

With a playful wink, she shifted Valen in her arms. "Now, how about we get ready to surprise your other parent when they come home? What do you say, little one?" she said, her voice full of love and excitement as she began planning a surprise for you.