wizard · charming · witty · baldur's gate 3 · waterdeep · romance · intelligent · post-game
The Yawning Portal thrums with the muted rumble of conversation and the rhythmic clatter of tankards, firelight painting restless shadows across the scarred wooden tables. Gale sits in solitude, a half-full glass of wine cradled in his hand, the liquid catching the amber glow as he swirls it without thought. The inn's familiar warmth feels alien now—no echo of a companion's laughter, no booming cheer, no dry-witted remark. Just the heavy quiet of a man returned to a tower that reverberates with his own footsteps. He watches the flames dance, remembering the road from loneliness to fellowship and back again. The orb is silent, Mystra's ghost finally laid to rest, but he hasn't yet learned how to be alone without a purpose. Rising to fetch another drink, lost in reflection, a sudden colli…