Wolfram Everhearth

Wolfram talks to Zevlor. He asks what the little gang of arseholes was up to. Zevlor can’t help but smirk at the newcomer’s ability to bluff. He thanks them all for their aid and explains the tense situation in the grove. Wolfram promises to talk to Kagha about letting the Tieflings stay. Astarion, Lae’zel, and Shadowheart aren’t pleased. Gale tells them they’re already in the area so why not try? It’s always good to make allies where they can. The wizard smiles at Wolfram and nods with approval. Astarion and Shadowheart are alright with it so long as they get out before more goblins arrive. Lae’zel says she doesn’t really care so long as she gets the location of the creche. Wyll eyes the group wearily, stating they should help because it’s simply the right thing to do. Wolfram nudges the other warlock and mutters that he needs to fill him in on some of the group dynamics later. Wyll chuckles and says he can see they’ll get on fine.

As the group continues into the grove, Wolfram can’t help but overhear a loud conversation between some tiefling siblings. He impulsively asks them what's going on. Astarion groans audibly and Lae’zel rolls her eyes. How did the most distractable warlock on Faerûn become their leader? The group walks off to watch the tiefling children train, except Wolfram and Gale. Lia explains that she wants to stay and help fight while Rolan wants to leave to start his apprenticeship. Wolfram agrees with Lia - the strong have a duty to protect the weak. Gale is curious and asks which wizard he’ll be training under. Rolan starts bragging about Loroakkan. Wolfram snorts and casually puts a hand over his face to stop himself from laughing. Gale asks if it’s the wizard living in Ramazith’s Tower. He says he heard Loroakkan is a ‘bit of a cad’. Rolan dismisses the claim. Gale says he'd be grateful for an introduction then. Wolfram gives Gale a meaningful look and shakes his head no.

Rolan and his siblings walk away. Gale smirks “Well, now you have my curiosity. Would you care to share the source of your amusement?” Wolfram chuckles “I’m pretty sure Loroakkan was the wizard I threw out of my place a few nights ago. He mentioned Ramazith tower and the lad was wearing very expensive-looking robes. Not the usual clientele.” Gale smiles curiously “Oh? I do love a bit of gossip about fellow academics. What did he do?” The warlock grins “In addition to talking down to everyone? After his business was concluded with some mercenary types he overindulged and then propositioned a few of the lasses from the brothel next door. They were just trying to have a meal after their shift. They’d politely declined and he kept pestering them. The man has no respect for the working class and I can’t abide that sort of behavior.” Wolfram chuckles “I may have been a bit more forceful than necessary. Looked like he was about to attack me until he saw some Fists standing outside.” Gale tuts disapprovingly “It’s a shame the rumors are true. Still, he may be a talented mage even if he’s an insufferable person and unfortunately, my options so far from Waterdeep are slim. But thank you for the information, Wolfram. At least I’ll know what to expect.” The warlock shrugs but decides to not pry into the mage’s business. They catch up with the group as Wyll is introducing them to some of the tieflings.

Wolfram does his best to inspire the kids, but he’s sad they need to fear for their lives so young. He says he’s going to kill all the goblins himself so they won’t need to be afraid. Wyll smiles and claps him on the back. Gale gives him an odd look, as if he’s not sure he was being truthful or telling them what he thought they wanted to hear. The others glare daggers at him so it’s clear he’ll need to win them over.

Wolf gives Guex some advice too, but he can’t resist the urge to tease him a bit for calling out his moves.

Wolfram then notices the oxen and has a quick word with them as the group stares at him in disbelief at his lack of focus. The warlock returns with a pocket of gold and trinkets to sell. He says it’s always a good idea to talk to animals and he’s not going to stop so they’d better get used to it. Astarion is convinced by the gold. Then Wolfram mentions they need to steer clear, pun intended. There's something strange about one of them. He can't tell if it's a druid or some other kind of shapeshifter but it's not a proper animal and it is very grouchy.

Astarion yawns and starts to leave, “I trust you lot can manage without me? All that fighting has tired me out. I’ll be at camp.” Wyll smiles and picks up his bags “Great. You can show me where to set up my tent.” Astarion glances at the monster hunter wearily then gives his best smile “Of course darling - you can do that while I go hunting… for a um deer or boar or what have you.” Wyll eyes the pale man with red eyes and quirks an eyebrow in suspicion “So long as it’s boars you’re killing I wish you luck.” The two leave.

They find Zorru and Lae’zel asks him about the creche by terrifying the tiefling into submission. Wolfram angrily tells her to go back to camp or remain quiet. She’s threatening people needlessly. He'll get her the information. She’s annoyed but remains quiet, crossing her arms and glaring at him. The warlock apologizes to Zorru, who immediately gives them the location of the patrol. Wolfram thanks him as the scared man runs off.

After Zorru leaves, Lae’zel angrily tells Wolfram the last time a subordinate talked to her that way she ate tongue stew for dinner. The warlock can’t help but laugh in her face before explaining he only takes orders from one person and she’s not going to react well if he finds a new master. Especially one who lacks diplomacy and has no regard for the well-being of others. He’ll treat Lae’zel with the respect he treats every comrade but she’s not entitled to anything more. Shadowheart and Gale grin, but keep quiet. The gith glares, makes a clicking noise and huffs off back toward camp. Wolfram asks Shadowheart if she can go with her and keep an eye on her so she doesn't return to traumatize more tieflings. The cleric begrudgingly agrees but tells him to focus and find a healer.

A Spark

Wolfram and Gale continue exploring the grove. The wizard comments on the druidic magic and general sense of unease. The warlock is impressed he can sense the ambient magic so easily. He asks if Gale knows much about druid magic. The wizard says he doesn’t practice it himself but has read quite a bit on the subject if he’s interested in hearing about it. Wolfram enthusiastically says he’d be happy to learn what Gale knows. They walk around atop the wall - Wolf assessing the defensive capabilities of the grove as the wizard excitedly nerds out about magic, surprised that the warlock doesn’t grow tired of hearing him talk.

They come to an area with vendors and meet Auntie Ethel. Wolfram is immediately becomes very submissive and polite to her. Afterward, Gale curiously asks why his demeanor changed so much. The warlock glances back to make sure she’s not watching “That was most definitely a fey. What kind I know not… but she may be of use so I wanted to be on her good side. They can be a bit fickle, especially if offended.” Gale looks surprised “Oh! How could you tell?” Wolfram laughs, “Experience… and I may have had help. Let's keep looking around though. I’d like a cure option that’s less risky than a githyanki creche or unknown fey.”

They find a goblin, Sazza, in a cage being threatened by a tiefling woman with a crossbow. Wolfram steps in front of the prisoner and talks Arka out of killing her like that - it won't bring anyone back or make her feel better. Gale watches the exchange with admiration.

Afterward, the wizard says the standoff reminds him of a similar one at a tavern in Waterdeep. He very enthusiastically and with great showmanship, as if trying to impress Wolfram, recounts a confrontation at The Yawning Portal in which he calmed folks down by offering a round of drinks.

Wolfram grins “I wouldn't have thought you the tavern-dwelling type. Not with all your talk of towers and cats.” Gale scoffs “I contain multitudes. Besides, a tavern is an excellent place to overhear the most interesting conversations - thus turning a pint with colleagues into an educational endeavor.” The warlock grins “That's actually what I like about them as well! Also, an easy way to find the next ruin to explore or monster to slay.” Gale smirks “So that's why you run a bar.” Wolfram replies smugly “No one ever thinks the guy pouring their drinks is listening.” He smiles awkwardly “I do enjoy the work itself - just wish it paid better. I'm used to a comfortable standard of living after all.” Gale chuckles. “Alright hero, you certainly make more sense to me with this new information.”

The warlock flushes a bit at the title but responds humbly “I think the ‘hero’ designation may be reserved for our ‘Blade of Frontiers’.” He smirks “...Although, while I didn't give myself a title - I must confess I once had a similar lifestyle. Not in the Gate but… well anyroad, I need some new armor or I won't be saving anyone. Alright handsome, we should - ” Gale scoffs “So it appears you can give others cheeky nicknames but won't allow them for yourself?” Wolfram is confused “Cheeky? Like a joke? When did I give anyone a -” Gale stares at him pointedly with a smirk “Deny all you want, I'm merely pointing out the hypocrisy.” Wolf is completely lost “Huh?”. Gale shrugs “It's alright I suppose. I can take a bit of teasing. I have a delightful sense of humor after all. - Ah, this fellow seems to be a blacksmith.” Wolfram scratches his head in confusion as they walk towards the stall.

They chat with Dammon. He says he’s a smith but complains about not having the proper equipment. Wolfram says his craftsmanship is very good anyroad. He'd love to see what the tiefling can do with a full forge. The warlock asks if he has any light armor that would fit him. Dammon looks him over then rummages through a trunk, producing a thick padded jacket “I made this for a half-orc assassin before we fled. With some adjustments, it should be passable. Unfortunately, that's the best I can do, but I'll give you a discount for the shorter length.” Gale finds a place to stand out of the way, pretending to read a scroll while Wolfram removes his worn jacket, riddled with holes and slashes, revealing a sleeveless undershirt and heavily scarred arms. As the warlock tries on the new armor Dammon bawks at his scars “Hells…are you a soldier or something?” Wolfram laughs “Let's go with ‘something’. I’d tell you you should see the other guys but they're dead or on another plane of existence.” Dammon chuckles and takes out a heavy needle and thread “Well, I suppose you’ll have some more goblins to bloody soon enough with the way things are going.”

As Dammon works, Wolfram glances over at Gale “I see you bought a new spell scroll to memorize.” The wizard nods behind the parchment he's staring at intently. “Well of course. Our um… condition. It necessitates I re-memorize some of the basics.” Wolfram smirks “You're very impressive, you know?” Gale scoffs, head peeking out from behind the side of the scroll “I am aware, but thank you. Although I hardly think learning a 2nd level spell should be considered as such.” The warlock grins smugly “I meant because you're reading it upside down. Quite the skill.” Gale flushes and retreats back behind the scroll “Y-yes, well it's useful to be able to read from any direction.” Wolfram represses a laugh. He'd swear something flashed behind the scroll, but it must have been a trick of the light…

After Dammon adjusts his new coat, Wolfram smiles “Thank you! I appreciate your time. If we all manage to make it to Baldur's Gate I'll send lots of new clients your way.” Dammon pockets the gold and then shakes the warlock’s hand “With those goblins on the road and the druids growing less hospitable daily, I'm not sure how likely that will be… but I wish you both well.” Wolfram looks around, making sure there are no others in earshot “We have a more pressing matter, but after that, I’d like to help you all with the goblins. I’ve just got some friends that will need convincing.” Gale smiles, pleasantly surprised that he was being truthful to the children earlier “Is that so, Wolfram? I couldn't agree more.” Dammon smiles “Truly?! Well, we certainly need it. Thank you.”

Reality Sets In

The mages walk around a bit more, talking to the locals and trading, but the more tieflings Wolfram sees the more he thinks about how dangerous it is for them to be around regular people with ceremorphosis just days away. The warlock decides he needs a moment to collect himself and uses the excuse that he's going to scout ahead while Gale finishes up there. The wizard invites himself along anyway. 🤣

After they leave the grove, Wolfram can’t help but admit to just how much having a worm in his skull is freaking him out. Gale asks why he was trying to hide it. The wizard had certainly voiced his own concerns the night before. The warlock explains he's trying to put on a brave face for the group because they need a leader. Despite his current profession, this sort of thing comes naturally to him. For some reason, people tend to assume he’s in charge wherever he goes so he does have… prior experience. Not that he's the only qualified one among them, but he thinks the group needs someone who can give orders that don't involve killing or torturing everyone they meet. Gale says he’s pleased with his diplomatic nature and grateful that he’s taken it upon himself to keep the more… problematic personalities under control.

The wizard says he thinks it would be good to take their minds off the tadpole for a while. He says he hardly knows anything about Wolfram. What are his hobbies and interests? The warlock is a bit weary of opening up but pleased that Gale wants to help him calm down. He says he's grateful for any sort of ‘distraction’ the wizard can provide, but Gale doesn't pick up on the flirtation so he moves on. Wolfram says he was born in Baldur's Gate but grew up in a small village and only moved back about five years ago. As for hobbies… he likes to come up with new recipes. Gale does too and says maybe they can make dinner for the camp together. What else does he like to do? The warlock says he enjoys practicing with different types of weapons. Especially longswords and rapiers. Gale says his sword skills are very impressive for a caster. Wolfram beams and thanks him. Says he learned the blade first. Otherwise, as far as interests, he doesn’t really have much free time to pursue anything. He doesn't have as many close friends as he used to so with what little free time he has he likes going on walks around town. He chats up folks who seem friendly. While he likes people, he enjoys talking to animals the most. Baldurian cats are especially entertaining. Gale is excited to hear that and mentions he misses his own feline companion. He hopes she’s not too worried about him.

Gale asks if Wolfram has any intellectual pursuits - other than reading books that he finds in old ruins. The warlock explains that his parents didn't value formal education very much and that he struggled to learn despite his desire to. They eventually gave up on him and had him work at their inn instead of bothering with the schoolhouse. Gale frowns at this and suggests he may have simply needed a better teacher. He’d seen plenty of apprentices who simply needed a bit of extra attention in the classroom to thrive. Wolfram frowns in contemplation then says he's probably right. He can read the common tongue but had to teach himself. It was difficult but worth the effort. He'd been content with his simple life in the Gate but did enjoy reading about other places.

Then Wolfram, having a sudden unexpected desire to impress the wizard, mentions that he can speak Sylvan fluently. He can read a fair bit of it as well. Gale is pleasantly surprised, saying he’d only met a few pixies himself but their language is beautiful. He knows a small amount. Enough to ask for directions at least - should he ever have the fortune to venture into the Feywilds. The warlock smirks, saying he'd be happy to teach him more. Gale beams excitedly.

Wolfram thinks to himself that he's not quite ready for anyone to know too much about his life before returning to the Gate, but in time he may tell Gale. He’s finding the wizard to be surprisingly easy to talk to.

Gale casually asks if he's got anyone waiting for him back at the Gate. Wolfram says his family is long gone but he had a few people that may be worried about him.

He and Shadowheart sneak up on the intellect devourers and push them into the fire of the wreckage. Wolfram cheers as the brains shrivel up in the flames and Shadowheart quirks a brow at this oddly cheerful man - fighting an amused smile.

They come across a very pale elf shouting for help. Wolfram offers to aid Astarion. He sees the boar but is too slow and the rogue gets a blade on him. The warlock calmly motions to Shadowheart to not attack and talks Astarion down, saying he won't hold it against him. They're all a bit anxious after the ordeal. Wolfram notices the teeth marks and red eyes but he has read books on vampires and even met a few so he second-guesses his instinct since Astarion is in the sun.

They come across some swirling energy against a rock. Wolfram hears someone shouting for help from inside. He focuses on stabilizing the arcane energy and then pulls a man out of the portal, falling backward onto the ground. Gale falls on top of him. They look each other in the eyes. The warlock smiles “Hello there, handsome.” The wizard is a bit flustered “My apologies!” Wolfram points at Astarion and smirks “It’s alright. The last guy pulled a knife on me.” Gale looks around to see the others. Shadowheart standing with arms crossed and brow furrowed, holding in a chuckle. Astarion gestures to the mages on the ground “Well darling, if I’d known *this* was an option…” Wolfram laughs. Gale gets to his feet, muttering while dusting himself off “That was certainly not the softest of landings…” The warlock chuckles “I beg your pardon. Alas, all of my cushioning is gone after years of pulling random wizards from boulders.”

Gale laughs then extends a hand “Hello, I’m Gale of Waterdeep. Apologies, I’m usually better at this.” Wolfram snorts and shakes his hand “Better at introductions? I should hope so.” Gale chuckles “At magic…do I know you?” Wolf shrugs “I’m Wolfram of Sen - uh - of Baldur’s Gate? I’m quite certain we haven’t met before. I’d remember you.” Gale ponders “OH! I know! You were on the nautiloid as well!” The warlock eyes the stone “Nevermind the Nautiloid - how’d you end up in that blasted thing?” Gale starts explaining animatedly as if trying to entertain them. The rest of the party’s eyes glaze over but Wolfram just listens with an amused smile. “I don’t know what transpired exactly, but the ship broke into pieces and I suddenly found myself in freefall. As I was plummeting to certain death, I spied a glimmer quite near where I estimated my body to impact with less-than-savory propulsion. Recognizing this glimmer to be magical in nature, I reached out to it with a Weaving of words and found myself on the other side as it were.” Wolfram smirks “Ah, so in other words - a spell gone wrong. I’m glad we found you when we did.” He gestures to Shadowheart “Shadowheart and I escaped the Nautilid together and woke up on the beach. Not sure how we survived to be honest. There was another with us but we lost her after the crash.” He gestures to Astarion “And he -” Astarion scoffs “Oh you can leave me out of the introductions.” Wolfram smiles sweetly and points down the road. “Well then make yourself useful and go see if those goblins have anything good.” Astarion rolls his eyes but begins looting the corpses as the others walk slowly in the other direction.

He and Gale talk about the tadpoles and what may be done about them. When asking about a cleric ("uncannily adroit with a knitting needle?") Wolfram smugly states “Well, I am quite good with a needle, but otherwise I’m more adept at hurting than healing.” He points to Shadowheart “This lass is our best bet. She's a very talented cleric.” Shadowheart unamused “Lass? I’d warrant I have a few years on you full humans… and this is beyond most healers' expertise.” Wolfram winces “Just my way of speaking from living in - Aye, I’ll try to correct it.” He nods respectfully.

Gale smiles hopefully “So Wolfram, as you seem to be the leader of this party - How about we lend each other a helping hand once more and look for a healer together?” The warlock nods “Oh… I suppose I am? We’d be happy to have you join us.” Shadowheart shrugs “The more the merrier to deal with these little monsters in our heads.” Astarion groans audibly while catching up to them with a pack of new weapons. Gale smiles “Most excellent! A parasite shared is a parasite halved… Or something to that effect.” Wolfram snorts “That’s one way to look at it.” Gale stops walking and faces him “Oh! But before you think you’re about to embark on a journey with most ill-mannered a man: thank you for pulling me out of that stone. It was an act of foresighted kindness I assure you, for I have the feeling ample opportunities will present themselves for me to return the favor.” Wolfram winks “Oh I certainly hope so.” Gale confused. "I assure you I am most practiced in the arcane arts and pledge to make myself useful in combat." The warlock gives an awkward thumbs up and giggles then starts walking along the path. He mutters to himself to get it together, damned fey magics.

They continue on. Shadowheart listens quietly as Wolfram and Gale talk. Astarion follows at a distance, sticking to the shadows. Gale asks “You’re not versed in magic, are you?” The warlock looks uneasy “...Why do you ask?” Gale eyes the large sword on his back “Oh, I *do* apologize. I meant to ask: are you *studied* in magic? Which you are not." Wolfram smirks and nods “Indeed, I am not studied.” Gale continues "If you meet any elder wizards, let me know. There is a matter I’d like to seek advice on from a master.” Wolfram eyes him wearily “Well… I’m not close with any wizards exactly - but I am friends with a few powerful magic users. Those that live in this realm are in Baldur’s Gate though… which I have a feeling is quite the journey from here. Wherever here is.” Gale is confused but intrigued “In *this realm*?” The warlock smiles awkwardly and starts ranting about how pretty the trees are.

They find Lae’zel in a cage with two Tieflings arguing over what to do with her. Wolfram convinces the Tieflings he'll take care of Lae'zel and they should get to safety. After they leave he teasingly tells her to ask nicely to get her down. She responds with violence and he rolls his eyes and shoots her down. Shadowheart is upset and says they can't trust her. Gale says he's not met any Gith and would be happy to learn more about them. Astarion says this is all very dull but at the very least he must mention that she shouldn't be seen around these parts for a while because the next time she won't be so lucky. Lae’zel says she could defeat any of these ‘teeth-lings’ in combat. Wolfram says it's a shame she wants to explore with them because she's clearly the only one experienced enough to find an easily defensible campsite in case the Tieflings return. The others are impressed he was able to convince her to go find a patch of dirt to guard.

They take a short break. Wolfram goes off into the forest for a bit then returns, saying there is a place up ahead worth checking out.

The Ruins

They continue on to some ruins. Wolfram convinces the bandits at the entrance to leave. Gale Is impressed again "You certainly have a way with words." The warlock winks "I have been told I've got a good tongue." Gale scoffs “I believe the term is ‘silver tongue’” Wolfram shrugs “Yeah, that too.” Astarion amused, mutters "Someone thinks highly of themselves." Shadowheart chuckles "Wolfram, your charms will serve us well, but please let us focus on the task at hand." Wolf nods to Shadowheart. "Aye, sorry. I’m a bit out of sorts still. Anyroad, words won't be enough once we're in here. My friend just said there are about 10 more of them in the ruins. We'll likely need to fight. Shadowheart frowns in confusion "Your friend?" Wolfram beams "Felicia. I sense that she's very trustworthy." He points to the boar who has been following them from a distance since the cliffs "Alright my dear, thank you for showing me. As you make your way back to your family please do stay clear of that wreckage." Gale eyes him with an amused grin. Felicia grunts and runs off before Astarion can shoot her. Wolfram glares “Oy! Don’t kill her! She just helped us.” Astarion pouts. Shadowheart asks "Oh? Are they a druid?" The warlock chuckles. "No, just a normal boar. I make a habit of talking to everyone I come across. You never know who has good information. Now - let's see if I can talk our way in here.”

After Wolfram works his charms, the bandit guard opens the door to the unexpected guests. Gale manages to put the guard to sleep as he starts to shout for his friends. Wolfram gives an approving nod to the wizard, impressed. They position themselves in the shadows. Shadowheart and Astarion stand close to the next door. Gale stands back and Wolfram follows him. He eyes him with confusion "Surely this is too far back. Or do you plan to throw your sword?" Wolfram laughs "Ah, that's a bit of a last resort." He pauses then says, hesitantly. "I'm a warlock." Gale frowns in disappointment "Oh..." He recovers quickly and smiles "Well that's alright I suppose. You did get us in here. I don't mind doing the brunt of the spell work." Wolfram mocks gratitude "Oh well thank you so much! It's nice to have a proper magic user around." His hands crackle red with energy then he winks and hits the door with a powerful Eldritch blast, knocking it off the hinges and crushing two bandits under it.

After the bandits are defeated (and looted) they make their way to the dank crypt. Shadowheart notices the statue and says it's amusing that Jergal is here. Gale is curious about what information the scribes had that was worth killing over. As they're looting Astarion finds a book and unlocks it then sees the cover "Dead Gods? Sounds awfully boring." He sets it aside. Wolfram picks it up and thumbs through it, curious why some names are scratched out. He hands it to Gale who says maybe the book is why the scribes were killed. Whoever scratched out the names was clearly trying to hide something. Wolfram agrees. They look around the statue. Wolf notices a button and Astarion argues with him over who should get to push it. Gale inspects the device and the wall it's on and concludes that it likely opens a hidden door. Shadowheart says a secret room is likely trapped. Wolfram draws his blade and stands in front of the door while Astarion presses the button. The dead scribes rise and start towards them.

After defeating the undead they go into the room and meet Withers. They’re all a bit surprised with the talking skeleton, but it’s not the strangest thing that’s happened to them recently so they roll with it. Withers asks Wolfram what the value of one mortal life is. The warlock takes a moment to think as the others debate among themselves. Astarion scoffs and says the only life he cares about is his own. Anyone who says otherwise is an idealistic fool. Shadowheart says a life's worth should be measured in their devotion. What they're willing to do to remove the suffering of others. Gale says every life is precious in its own way. Full of potential…for good or ill - hopefully good.

Wolfram listens to them, smiling at Gale’s answer. He turns back to Withers and says, hesitantly "I suppose that depends on the person. Everyone approaches their life goals differently and therefore have a unique effect on the world around them. Ideally, the intentions behind their actions are judged along with the result. I’m certainly counting on that." Withers is satisfied with the answer and then cryptically says he'll see them again at the appropriate time and place.

They leave the tomb a bit confused… but they find an amulet that lets them speak to the dead so that's cool.

They return to Lae'zel at camp (She set it up in an open area near a stream). Wolfram thanks her for picking such an easily defensible position. He knew he could count on her. She scoffs and says she needs no thanks - but hopes they found some food.

As Wolfram is stacking wood for a fire Withers shows up and says he'll be there at camp to aid them. They're all a bit weary but he seems powerful so better to have him as an ally.

The First Night at Camp

Party Banter

Shadowheart: I'm a tad surprised you change into more comfortable garb at camp, Lae'zel. You strike me as the 'sleeps in her armor' type.

Lae'zel: It would cause too much noise during my nighttime…exertions. I do not wish to alert foes of our location.

Shadowheart: Nightime exertions… oh! I see. Well, considerate of you I suppose.

Wolfram: Who were you planning to uh… exert with?

Lae'zel: Whoever I wish, Wolf-rum.

Astarion: (giggles) I think you'll find a bit more effort is required to secure a partner around these parts…only a bit.

Gale: I'm surprised you're allowed to choose a partner outside your own people.

Lae'zel: We are to use and misuse every civilization in the stars in every way we know. I do not conquer by blade alone, Gale.

Gale: I can't imagine mother Gith would approve. Doesn't she prefer us lesser species enslaved? Or eviscerated?

Lae'zel: T’chk! And with that comment - this topic no longer concerns you.

Wolfram: (chuckles) What a shame, Gale. I hope you're not too heartbroken.

Lae'zel: What is this talk of breaking hearts? The wizard is still useful - I merely do not wish to lay with him. There is no cause to fear for his life.

Gale: Ah, well that's quite kind of you! Thank you for your mercy…on both counts.

The group is eating some fruit and dried meats they’d stolen from the bandits. (Astarion is just pretending to eat.) Lae’zel is sharpening her sword while chewing. Shadowheart asks Wolfram what he’d been doing before all this. He throws an apple core into the forest and then answers “I was a cook in Baldur’s Gate. Had my own place. Just a little 10-seater but I got by. A nice simple life. I'm eager to get back to it.” Gale laughs. Wolfram looks at him with a confused expression. Gale is surprised ‘Oh! You were serious? You don't seem the type.” Shadowheart frowns “After seeing you fight I must admit that’s a shock to me as well.” He shrugs “I’m full of surprises.” 

Shadowheart nods "Well it's quite the coincidence. I need to return there as well." Astarion looks at them with interest but says nothing. Wolfram asks Shadowheart if she has business there or is a resident. She says it's a bit of both but would rather say no more. It's a…sensitive matter. Gale nods then picks a scroll out of his pack and starts reading. The warlock holds up his hands saying he’s not the type to pry. 

Wolfram smiles "Perhaps once we have a cure we could travel there together?” Shadowheart nods "I don't see why not, Wolfram. You've proven yourself to be very helpful so far." He chuckles "Well, I'll take that as a compliment." She smirks "Perhaps it was." Lae'zel scoffs "You Fae-run denizens and your subtle courtship rituals. It's unnecessarily complicated." Wolfram and Shadowheart object at the same time. Shadowheart scolds "People can simply be friendly. Though I doubt you know the meaning of the word." The warlock scoffs smugly "I assure you I'm anything but subtle in my 'courtship'." Astarion giggles "I'll say, Wolfram. Your flirtations are completely artless. It's embarrassing really." The elf glances at Gale who is still intensely focused on reading a Ray of Sickness scroll they found. Wolf follows Astarion's eyes to Gale then shrugs "We’re in mortal peril, so why bother being subtle?"

Wolfram smiles awkwardly at Gale "How about you, handsome? What will you do after all of this is over." Gale keeps reading. Shadowheart and Astarion chuckle. Lae'zel scoffs and goes back to sharpening her blade. Wolf nudges Gale, who looks genuinely surprised as he sets down the scroll "Yes? Apologies, it's been some time since I learned that one. Quite an engaging read. I was miles away. How can I help you?" Wolfram smirks "I was asking what you plan to do once we've been healed." Gale's face falls briefly "Oh…" but a smile quickly returns "Well Wolfram, I suppose in a perfect world I'd return to Waterdeep. Back to my tower - surrounded by old tomes and having collected new tales to entertain my assistant." The warlock senses Gale is hiding something, but smiles "That sounds nice."

In time the sun sets and they all go to their tents. Wolfram goes to talk to Astarion. The elf complains about having to rough it outdoors. Wolf tries to reassure him and says it’s not so bad. Astarion frowns “It sounds like he’s done it before.” The warlock nods “Quite a bit. This is nothing compared to the time I managed to get some shuteye in a bog surrounded by will-o-wisp. …Although the normally peaceful forest with a satyr party raging outside my tent was its brand of challenging.” Astarion impressed “Oh my…how did you manage to rest during *that*?” Wolfram looks off dreamily “Oh I didn’t, not a wink. I failed miserably.” Astarion laughs “Well well! Our hero seems to have quite the past.” Wolf laughs “I’m no hero, but as for a past… I suspect we all do, right?” Astarion becomes guarded, furrowing his brow and crossing his arms. Wolfram smiles reassuringly “All I’m trying to say is that this place isn’t so bad. You’ll be fine.” Astarion's frown lifts a bit “Oh, alright. I suppose it’s only until we get these worms out of our heads. Then I'll find a decent inn with silk sheets and a nice drink.” The warlock nods “That does sound more comfortable. Well, good evening to you.” Wolfram walks off, muttering “What I wouldn’t give for a proper bath right now. Ilithids are nasty.” 

He talks with Shadowheart and asks how she’s feeling about the worm. She says there’s no point thinking about it. They need action. He nods and says that’s fair. They’ll continue looking first thing in the morning. She tries to warn him to be wary of Gale. Wolfram looks over at the mage pacing by the fire and smiles warmly “Aye, wizards may have a reputation…but who doesn't go a bit mad with power from time to time? I’ve a good feeling about this one.” Shadowheart shakes her head in disapproval as he walks away and mumbles “Lady guide me. Is there a reasonable one in this bunch?”

Wolfram talks to Lae’zel. She says they need to find a creche. She thinks one of the teeth-lings has seen her people. He asks if they'll be safe among them. She says they will so long as she's with them.

He goes over to Gale. (‘Go to Hell’ scene.) The warlock smirks "Good evening to you too." Gale chuckles “You’re a good sport.” The wizard is contemplative about the day's events. Wolfram stands next to him and looks into the fire. “I understand. We’ve been through a lot in a short time... and it's a scary situation we’ve found ourselves in. I’m trying to focus on other thoughts.” Gale nods “I must say - you seem more serious than earlier.” Wolf smiles awkwardly “Ah… well aboard the ship I was… under the influence of something that improves my mood.” Gale smirks “I won’t judge. I’ll confess I’d enjoyed the occasional recreational potion in my youth.” Wolfram laughs “I wasn’t high, Gale! Well, not under the effect of a potion anyroad.” Gale grins “Well, I’m pleased to see you taking things seriously now. Perhaps fewer attempts at humor? I have that domain covered.” The warlock chuckles “You certainly do, but I’ll have you know going forward I do tend to laugh in the face of danger. Rest assured I still take every fight seriously.”

Gale smiles, a bit more relaxed. Wolfram jokes around but is ultimately comforting. He offers Gale a drink to calm his nerves. Gale takes a sip of the liquor “I suppose this is one way to handle the situation we've found ourselves in. Alas, I have no books. A good read and a glass of wine do wonders for my constitution.” The warlock roots around in his bag and hands him two books he’d found in the ruins. “I guess I can share.” Gale is surprised “You looted them?” Wolfram shrugs “Of course. Some dusty tomes in an ancient ruin. How could I resist?” Gale smiles warmly “I seem to have judged you incorrectly. A fair few times today.” Wolf shrugs “In all honesty I’d expected it. You’re not the first wizard I’ve known.” He chuckles “A recent customer was quite possibly the most arrogant person I'd ever met. I suspect I won't need to cut you off and throw you out onto the street too?” Gale scoffs confidently “I’d like to see you try. Besides, I'm sure you're aware we're not all the same. I, for instance, am exceptionally humble despite my many impressive accomplishments.” Wolfram chuckles at Gale's smug expression then winks "I'm just teasing you. How about this, handsome - you keep an open mind and I’ll do the same?” Gale looks confused, more by the nickname than the proposition. He recovers and smiles apologetically “That sounds like a most excellent idea.”

Within minutes it was clear that he was no match for the career fighter. His body was quickly covered in shallow wounds from the strikes he had barely dodged. Reluctantly he dropped his sword and fell to his knees in defeat. Yet the knight refused to accept his surrender and as he started to cast a witch bolt Wolf froze in terror, completely defenseless. There was a blue flash and suddenly Ras lay dead on the ground in front of him. The knight's laughter was a faint echo as Wolfram stared in horror at his friend who'd sacrificed themself for him. He felt the air change as the knight began to cast once more, and then suddenly it stopped. Wolf looked up to see Ana shielding him. She demanded that her brother be spared…as a wedding gift. The knight refused but said he'd give him until high sun of the following day to bury his friend.

They lay Ras to rest in the village graveyard next to their parents. Ana tried her best to comfort him but Wolfram could barely look at her in his shame. She left him to his grief, promising that they would find a way out of it in the morning but she would pack some belongings in case they needed to flee.

He didn’t know how long he'd sat there in the mud next to the grave but was broken out of his trance by the most beautiful sound he'd ever heard. Was it laughter? Was it music? Was it the wind whistling through the tall grass? He wasn't sure but he felt lighter. Where his tears had fallen over the grave grew a patch of green grass, shimmering with an unnatural glow. When he looked around, all of the plants seemed to be illuminated with that same warm light - flowers in full bloom despite the season. Every smell, every color - somehow more potent. His eyes came to rest on a beautiful gossamer-winged fairie with pale skin. As her gray-blue eyes stared down at him with the kindest smile he'd ever seen, Wolfram knew everything would be alright.

The Duel

The next day most of the town was gathered in the square. Some wanted to see if Ras would be avenged. If a dangerous man could be defeated by the underdog. Some wanted to watch Wolfram be put in his place for daring to challenge the mayor's will. A few simply came to watch a life end … and hoped it would be bloody. They, at least, would get their wish.

The crowd gasped as the cook strolled up, covered in mud but smiling. Was there a spring in his step? Rather than acknowledge the knight waiting for him, Wolfram called out into the crowd, addressing the mayor himself.

“Let it be known that Wolfram Everhearth is a man who honors his word. For returning despite the events of yesterday I have a proposal - Should I fall here, you will let me live to serve your house in whichever manner you wish. Furthermore, I’ll pledge the service of any child I may sire and theirs in turn. However, should events go differently than yesterday and I somehow best your dreadful son in combat - I want my sister freed of this obligation and my parent's debts erased. Do you agree to these terms?”

The mayor couldn’t help but laugh before replying “Alright then. I look forward to taking both of your worthless parent’s spawn.”

“Excellent! Then let us begin!” Wolf turned to finally face the knight with a wink and charming smile “You may attack whenever you’re ready.”

The knight looked him over in obvious confusion. The cook had brought only a small dagger, still tucked inside its sheath. Despite this, the fighter drew his longsword and charged towards the seemingly defenseless man.

The crowd gasped as Wolfram crouched, hands hovering above the earth. Thick vines shot up, ensnaring the knight mid-charge, wresting the blade from his hands. Wolf stood, slowly walking towards him as he struggled to free himself. “Well don’t fight it!” Wolf laughed joyfully. “I’m kind enough to give you some extra time. It’s more than you did for Ras so be grateful.”

The knight growled through clenched teeth “Let me go you cow-” With a wave of Wolf’s hand he stopped struggling and his eyes glazed over. The crowd fell silent.

“Much better! Now we can go about this properly.” The vines receded as Wolfram took the dagger from its sheathe and stood in front of the other man who had stilled in compliance. “You made me very sad yesterday, you know… Would you like to make me happy today?” The knight smiled and nodded enthusiastically. Wolfram beamed and handed him the dagger “Excellent! Here’s Ras’s blade. It’s nice and sharp for you. I’d appreciate it if you’d carve out your heart for me. Don’t rush the job either, alright?”

Someone in the crowd screamed as the knight got to work. Holding a smile, eyes fixed on Wolf while tears ran down his face and blood poured from his chest. Most of the village, including his parents, stood still in shock, but Ana hesitantly walked up to her brother.

“H-hey Wolf… I um-” She looked up at him, confusion and terror painted on her face. “How did you - why are you -”

The warlock placed a hand gently on his sister’s head and smiled down at her lovingly “He took my heart so it’s only fair I take his, right?” She started to cry and shake so he held her close, laughing joyfully as the corpse hit the ground with a thud. Such a funny sound! “Don’t worry, he won’t be able to hurt you now.”

It took a few days for empathy and rationality to cut through the euphoria granted by his new patron’s influence. When he was finally able to recognize everyone's fear at the sight of him he felt immense guilt and shame at his actions…but somehow still lighter than he had his entire life.