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Several characters in Baldur's Gate 3 describe their past experiences with Belynne Stelmane. | |||
====[[The Emperor]]==== | |||
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The Emperor describes Belynne as his former ''partner'', but there are many ways to interpret what that means. It is unclear if the Larian writers intended there to be one "true" storyline about what happened to Belynne, but depending on the player's relationship with The Emperor, the way ''the game'' presents the history of this relationship can also fluctuate to match. | |||
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====[[Wyll]]==== | |||
During Act 3, it is possible to ask [[Wyll]] about his own experiences meeting Belynne Stelmane. | |||
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Selecting the option ''"Did you know Stelmane very well, back in the day?"'' will yield the following information initially: | |||
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The first time, I was a boy of seven or eight, at a banquet in the Flaming Fists's honor. One look and I was smitten. | |||
Chestnut hair that flowed behind her like willow fronds. She floated from one room to the next as if carried by clouds. | |||
The second time, Stelmane was - different. | |||
Even with the aid of a cane, each step she took was a struggle. Every word she spoke took great physical effort. | |||
'A stroke victim?' I asked father later. 'No', he said. 'A stroke ''survivor.''' | |||
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If the player passes an automatic Wisdom (Perception) check after Wyll finishes speaking, another dialogue option appears that is locked behind a Charisma (Persuasion) check. If this check is passed, he offers the following: | |||
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Something's always gnawed at me. At the banquet, Stelmane didn't seem to look ''at'' us, but ''through'' us. But that second time, her gaze never left me. It was steel, sharp and unyielding. It could just be my imagination. But I always felt that it was more than a stroke that had changed her. What, though... I couldn't say. | |||
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