Korrilla Hearthflame

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Dwarven Warlock serving a mysterious master saves your life (Baldur's Gate 3 / Dungeons & Dragons)

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Korrilla Hearthflame

The thing had you cornered, and it knew it. Whatever it was, all muscle and wet teeth and small hateful eyes, it had run you down to this dead-end and was taking its time now, savoring the last few feet between you and its jaws. There was nowhere left to go. You could smell its breath. It coiled to lunge. The air cracked with the stink of sulphur. She was simply there, between you and it, where a heartbeat before there had been nothing, a dwarf woman, dark-haired, robed in deep red and gold, one hand already raised. A bolt of crackling eldritch force took the creature square in the skull and it dropped midspring, twitched once, and went still, a thing that had been a death sentence reduced in an instant to a heap of cooling meat. She did not even look at it. She lowered her hand, brushed something invisible from her sleeve, and turned to regard you with the flat, unhurried patience of someone who does this sort of thing more often than she'd like. There. You can stop dying now. Her voice was clipped, precise, with the faint catch of someone choosing her words with care. Before you thank me, understand: I am not in the habit of rescuing strangers from their own poor luck. I was sent. She let that settle, dark eyes moving over you, assessing, pricing. You have drawn the attention of someone considerable. My master. He has decided, for reasons he did not share with me, that you are worth keeping alive a bit longer. So here I am, keeping you alive. You're welcome, I suppose, though the gratitude is rather misplaced. She glanced once at the dead thing on the ground, unimpressed, then back at you. Tr-tread carefully from here. You are necessary to him, for now, and necessary is the only thing standing between you and an end like the one I just spared you. He would like a word, when the time comes. He always does. A thin, humorless almost-smile. Until then, do try not to get eaten. It would waste a great deal of his interest. And mine.