Baldur 39-s Gate 3 ★ <PROVEN>

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.

The silence stretched. Shadowheart’s prayer faltered. Astarion looked up from his book.

“Uh-huh.” Karlach grinned, and her canines caught the firelight. “And that’s why you keep reaching for a sword that isn’t there.” baldur 39-s gate 3

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

“You are a soldier of Avernus,” Lae’zel said at last. “Not a smith. Not a quartermaster.” The githyanki moved like a blade through the

For a long moment, Lae’zel said nothing. Then, almost too quiet: “It is… inefficient. To fight with a single point of failure. A second blade is not sentiment. It is tactics.”

“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.” The place where a second blade should hang

Lae’zel didn’t move. “What is this?”

“Tch. You fight like a ghustil ’s apprentice, Karlach. But you give gifts like a kith’rak .” She resettled her greatsword across her back. “When we reach the creche, I will tell the inquisitor that you are… acceptable.”

“You’re missing something,” Karlach said.