I thought I was out.
I'd had my fill of Baldur's Gate 3—in a good way, mind you—and was finally free to play something else without feeling like I was shamefully neglecting what is surely the RPG of the decade. I'd made all the Tavs and Durges I'd ever wanted to play as, and then a few more just for good measure. I'd conquered honour mode with ease. I'd "accidentally" triggered the funny vampire-squashing monastery routine more times than anyone ever needed to, cooked delicious real-world soup using in-game recipes (thanks, Brother Donnick), and thoroughly poked and prodded every bit of the Sword Coast the game had to offer. I felt satisfied, and finished.
