Baldur 39-s Gate 3 Apr 2026

“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.”

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

“Pulled it out of a drider’s hoard while you were busy decapitating said drider.” Karlach shrugged, but her tail curled with embarrassment. “Fixed the edge. Re-wrapped the grip. The cord is just—well. I figured if you’re going to be killing mind flayers beside me, you might as well have something that doesn’t look like it was fished out of a latrine.” baldur 39-s gate 3

“Open it.”

They had lost the ghaik ’s ship, its twisted metal corridors, its brine-soaked horrors. But they had also lost gear. Lae’zel’s backup longsword had shattered against a hook horror’s carapace two nights ago. Since then, she had fought with only her greatsword—a magnificent, cruel thing—but Karlach noticed the imbalance. The way Lae’zel adjusted her stance for a strike that never came. “Yeah, well

The shadow-cursed lands clung to the soles of their boots like the memory of a scream. Even with the Moonlantern’s frail glow, the air felt thick—half rot, half regret. Karlach walked at the rear, her engine a low, warm thrum against the cold. She was watching Lae’zel.

“You… scavenged this,” Lae’zel said slowly. “And that’s why you keep reaching for a

“High praise,” Karlach laughed. The sound broke the shadow-cursed air like a bell.

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.”

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