On our way out of Baldur’s Gate, we stopped to resupply and encountered an entourage of familiar faces. The Flaming Fist didn’t take very kindly to our escapades of late. We were
spared a senseless brawl, however, by one Captain Portyr, who seemed to be a friend of the Lieutenant.
We departed first, for Kunin’s family home, where he left his little one to rest safely while we complete our mission and, hopefully, salvage her soul. Now we ride for Candlekeep. According to Fisk, this Savikas woman might be our only hope to figure out what the hell is going on.