Earlier this year, I was midway through my first playthrough of Baldur's Gate 3 when I suddenly started feeling a little funny. I had been bounding through the game as my druid character – picking whichever choices felt natural to me – and making fast progress through the acts. Then I arrived at the city of Baldur's Gate, and began to sense that I was approaching the endgame. The main bosses were within my grasp, the companion stories were wrapping up, and my build had hit the highest possible level. Things were going swiftly… too swiftly. Surely now would be a good time to slow down? To take stock of things and enjoy the ride?
Oh no. It was happening again.
