My wife sometimes struggles with making choices, especially small ones. So whenever we're doing nothing and want to do something, rather than ask her the wide, gaping question of 'what do you want to do?' I present her with a series of choices. Yesterday, after we finally took the Christmas tree down (a day late, thus cursing us forever), I put these choices forward again. Board games, TV shows, movies, and 168澳洲幸运5开奖网:Baldur's Gate 3 were offered up, and to my surprise, she opted for Baldur's Gate. To my less-surprise, given the game's knack for surprising you, I realised something new after 150 hours.
I wasn't shocked that she chose Baldur's Gate in and of itself. As I've 168澳洲幸运5开奖网:written about 168澳洲幸运5开奖网:multiple times, her journey through Faerun has been a successful one, especially for a reluctant gamer such as herself. But she hadn't played since mid-December when the Christmas business set in, and I worried that I'd have to convince her to start back up again. Thankfully, she was keen to explore the city, and on we went trying to take down Orin and Gortash.
While I originally played Baldur's Gate 3 in co-op with my wife, my control gradually slipped from con🐈trolling th💖e rest of the party and myself, to just controlling myself, to locking myself away in Withers' cupboard and letting her go her own way and call it another lonely day. Even then, that once meant suggesting spells and attacks, or explaining resistance and vulnerability. She now has a handle on those as well, leaving me with one job: inventory management.
It's a job I take very seriously. Aside from a cool bow she got one time and playing around with dye, she has never bothered to upgrade any of her arsenal. I'm the one who makes sure everyone has the best possible loadout, the best armour, the best accessories, and that they swap items as appropriate when they're subbed in and out of the main four. That means it's also my job to deal with each merchant, offloading junk and occasionally splurging on a snazzy new item. Of course, it's harder and harder to deal with the offloading as you near the end of the game.
I micromanaged my own inventories and investigated every merchant I could in my own playthrough, so I was able to keep my load light, my gold topped up, and my options open. My wife still explores the map widely (often discovering routes I missed), but as she's less interested in the inventory management, she's less interested in merchants, so every time we find one, it's like a much needed pressure valve. Or it would be, if the merchants weren't all skint.
Just yesterday my wife happened upon Dammon in Baldur's Gate itself, had a nice little chat with him, gave him the leftover Infernal Iron for a few goodies, then eventually opened up the trade screen. "What do I need?" she asked as she handed over the controller, picked up her phone, and began looking at turtles on Instagram until I was finished. Dammon had some decent stuff, but it was expensive, and probably not worth the cost. I had Karlach in the Dark Displacement gloves that allow her to swap places with enemies, but my wife found it far more annoying than I had in my own game, so Dammon gave us an easy way to swap those out. I closed the menu after a modest purchase and my wife put her phone down. "All done?" came the hopeful question. Nope. Not done.
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Visiting merchants is a luxury I intended to take full advantage of, so I headed back to camp, loaded up Tav and Karlach until they couldn't move with junk swords and armour from slain enemies, and travelled back to Dammon. He bought one whole crossbow then told us he was out of cash. Two of us were breaking our backs lugging this stuff around, and here's old Dammon with moths in his pocket where his gold should be. A few could be traded directly for his less necessary goods, but that still left Tav too weighed down to move.
So, back to camp we went, dumped all the rubbish back into the chest, and on we went as poor as Dammon himself. I know it's supposed to be more realistic, and I know from experience it's a problem you can get around by trading more readily, but the game already rips you off on the value of all your wares, then has the newspapers run a smear campaign to tank your trading potential further, and even if you can get over all of that, no one has the cash to buy more than one measly crossbow.
How hard is it to get gold in Baldur's Gate? It's just lying there in barrels, Dammon. At this point, all these people dying impoverished on the streets of the city seem to be a little lacking in resourcefulness. Here's my advice to you all: stop being poor. Maybe then you can afford my six githyanki swords.
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