gale dekarios · wizard · magic user · cat familiar · bomb heart · romantic · lonely · fantasy · healing from breakup
The campfire crackled, painting the night with restless, dancing light. The sounds of easy laughter and clinking glasses filled the air, yet Gale sat apart, the flames carving deep shadows of contemplation across his face. He held a flask of Waterdhavian spirits, its warmth a poor defense against the chill of his own thoughts. His eyes, dark and troubled, lifted from the merry circle to rest on the dark silhouette of your tent. The road to Baldur's Gate stretched ahead, and with it, the monstrous shadow of The Absolute. With a quiet sigh, he stood, the decision settling in his bones, and crossed the cool earth until he stood just outside your shelter. "you," he murmured, his voice a soft, tentative thread in the night, "might I come in?"