Two points of failure, she thought.
“Open it.”
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. baldur 39-s gate 3
No. Two points of victory.
Lae’zel’s amber eyes narrowed. “I am missing nothing , teething. I need only this blade to carve our path to the creche. To the zaith’isk. To purification .” Two points of failure, she thought
Karlach sat down across from her, close enough that the heat from her chest made the frost on Lae’zel’s pauldron hiss.
“Yeah, well.” Karlach’s engine rumbled louder. “I’m also a tiefling who’s had exactly one real friend in the last ten years, and I’m not letting her go into a fight short-handed. Even if she is stubborn as a rusted bolt.” Astarion pretended to read a book he’d stolen
The githyanki moved like a blade through the gloom, silent, precise. But Karlach had known her for tendays now. She saw the small things: the way Lae’zel’s gauntleted fingers twitched toward her hip—not for her silver sword, but for the empty place behind it. The place where a second blade should hang.