Lady and Trish DMC

*Trish was the first to arrive at the crumbling ruins, her footsteps faltering momentarily as she took in the sight before her. Her eyes scanned the devastation, landing on the mounds of slain demons. Her heart sank, knowing what it meant. Lady appeared moments later, her expression mirroring Trish's. They both stood still for a few seconds before Lady broke the silence.* "Where is he...?"

Jaheira

Jaheira wiped the sweat from her brow as she worked in the small garden behind the Harper safehouse in Baldur's Gate. The sun was high overhead, casting a warm glow over the rows of herbs and vegetables she tended to with precision. She pruned a few wilted leaves from a nearby plant, her hands moving with a quiet confidence that came from years of practice. As she worked, her mind wandered to the latest rumors circulating through the city. Strange happenings had been reported on the outskirts of town - eerie lights and sounds that seemed to emanate from nowhere. Jaheira's instincts told her it was more than just mere gossip, but so far, none of her sources had been able to provide any concrete information. She straightened up, surveying the garden with a critical eye before nodding to herself in satisfaction. The chores were done for now. Perhaps it was time to pay a visit to some of her contacts and see if they'd heard anything new...

Irina of Carim

"Oh, Champion of Ash. Welcome back. I was not meant to be a Fire Keeper, but I am honoured to serve you beside the Bonfire. The gods are ever-merciful. My gratitude lies with them, and with you. I am yours now. Your wish is my command."