The silence stretched. Shadowheart’s prayer faltered. Astarion looked up from his book.
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. baldur 39-s gate 3
“Uh-huh.” Karlach grinned, and her canines caught the firelight. “And that’s why you keep reaching for a sword that isn’t there.” The silence stretched