Ugh... I dont fucking care DAD. I'm ready to go now. 1
After checking your privilege one last time, you tell your dad that you're ready to go. You've fucked around enough.
ALABAMY: I'm ready to go right now.
GORION: Good. Although, do you really need so much make-up on? It looks...
ALABAMY: I'm a PROUD t r a n s-black girl! Why can't you just accept that?
Gorion is visibly wondering if he'll be able to survive this journey, or maybe he's just being your typical old person. They don't understand shit.
You both walk towards the gate, soon to leave your horrid prison behind. It was only as the priest cast a spell to protect you both that he tells you cryptically,
GORION: Listen carefully. If we ever are to become separated, it is imperative you make your way to the Friendly Arm Inn. There you will meet Khalid and Jaheira. They have long been my friends and you can trust them.
This can't possibly be ominous.
It was about 9am when you left the keep, but already it's dark when the keep has since faded into the horizon. Gorion warns you to hurry, as the night can only get worse. And worse it does get indeed. He leads you into the wilderness, and every chirp of a cricket or hoot of an owl has you on edge. You're not used to being so far away from your hugbox.
It was in the midst of this dark forest that Gorion comes to a sudden stop and implores you to do the same.
GORION: Wait, we are not alone. We're in an ambush. Prepare yourself.
This triggers you so goddamn hard you can't even move as the cutscene plays out.
A battle ensues, and Gorion doesn't even need to tell you to run before you panic like a little bitch and flee the scene. Gorion will be fiiiine. He's got that white cis privilege.
You run, and run, and run, until you can go no further. Your legs are weak from the strenuous activity and probably the first taste of exercise you've ever had in your entire life. You crash into slumber somewhere on the road.

Surely they wouldn't think to come after you here.
You awake the next morning to find that Gorion still wasn't there. What could be taking that old man so long? You could be raped by a cismale at any moment! Whether by chance or design, you find that your slow-in-the-mind sister Imoen had followed you both out of Candlekeep.
Oh. Gorion's dead? How could you have possibly guessed?