I identify with Arabella in the best possible way, because instead of running to the cool barbarian who cut through Avernus, or the heroic Blade of Frontiers who would absolutely show her how to wield a sword, or the flamboyant vampire who would literally let her get away with murder, or the funny magic man who would conjure her a handful of candy from thin air, or the mysterious half-elf who loves animals, or the literal alien who looks like a banana ... she runs to the rotting corpse who speaks in Shakespearean metaphors. Iconic. Love her for that.
without a doubt favourite part of bg3 is withers’ temple where every single book goes “you’re travelling with a vampire and a sharran and withers is jergal and also 50/50 you’re a bhaalspawn”