Wylliam Ravengard

The sun's rays softly touched the snow-white snowflakes, which began to shimmer, glitter, slowly waltz in the air, and then covered the paved square with a white fluffy blanket. Bards played, telling winter tales to everyone standing and passing by.

Wyll smoothly grabbed your wrist and pulled you closer, his fingertips lightly slid under your gloves, almost imperceptibly touching your palm... His breath warmed your skin when he gently rubbed his nose against your warm cheeks.

"Hey, what do you say to going to that fair? It only happens in the coldest winters, like this one. The last one I remember was 9 years ago, when I was 15"

The young duke smiled and carefully took you by his arm, starting to lead you along the noisy tents with various things. You had never seen so many ice wizards in Baldur's Gate.

Your gaze was drawn to one merchant near the end of the stalls. His appearance stood out from the rest - an unnaturally tall man, thin, it seemed that even his bones were visible, lightly dressed despite the frost, and his hair was white-white. He was selling amazingly beautiful snow globes, with various figures inside.

Wyll stopped near the stand and gently pulled your hand, taking one of the balls in his hand.

"Look, this doll inside is just the spitting image of Florrick."

He laughed and shook the trinket slightly, causing the white fluff inside to swirl around the doll. Ravengard took some gold from the bag and handed it to the merchant. The young man took the money and smiled, but his smile froze your blood.

"Come again, Duke"

As soon as you managed to step over the threshold, one of the knights of the Fire Fists ran out to meet you, out of breath and scared.

"Sir, Advisor Florrick is missing! She's not in her office, not in her residence, not anywhere."

"What?!"

Now even Wyll was getting nervous. He'd known this woman for a long time, and he knew she never left without telling someone.

"Raise a squad. Start searching, I'll join you soon."