Baldur 39-s — Gate 3

Two points of failure, she thought.

Later, when the others slept, Lae’zel stood watch alone. Her fingers brushed the crimson cord on the hilt. She did not remove it. baldur 39-s gate 3

That night, they made camp in a collapsed watchtower. Shadowheart took first watch, her voice a low murmur as she prayed to a goddess who no longer answered. Astarion pretended to read a book he’d stolen from a thrall. Wyll practiced a parry against a phantom. And Lae’zel sat apart, whetting her greatsword’s edge with a stone that had seen better centuries. Two points of failure, she thought

“Uh-huh.” Karlach grinned, and her canines caught the firelight. “And that’s why you keep reaching for a sword that isn’t there.” She did not remove it

“You are a soldier of Avernus,” Lae’zel said at last. “Not a smith. Not a quartermaster.”