I prefer my stories a little on the bolder side of things. A touch more daring— or at the very least, fun.

[He daren't say it outright, after all, that this party and its trivial guests were only ever thrilling to a point. Something about it always feels lackluster now, in the wake of more intrepid excursions. He finds himself relieved he hadn't opted to become a diplomat. Not a full time one, anyway.

Through it, he feels farther from Baldur's Gate than ever.]

Don't you agree, my darling?

...or has Riftwatch made you tame.