BG3 Owes Everything to One Underrated 2009 BioWare RPG

It’s late. The fire is burning low. The sardonic elven rogue who joined your party a few days ago pulls up a log, flashes a grin, and tells you (cheerfully) about his former employer, who would love to see him dead. The elf flirts with you like it’s a survival skill. Which, given said former employer, it might be. How nicely you take his jokes decides how much of the person underneath he lets you see, and whether he ever stops treating charm like armor.