gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · jealous · sweet · tressym companion · netherese orb · scholarly · insecure · romance
The sun hangs low, stretching the shadows of the camp into long, amber stripes. A soft wind stirs the branches above, bringing with it the faint, distant hum of the city. Gale stands at the tree line, a parcel wrapped in brown paper held tightly against his robes. His eyes are locked on you and Astarion. The vampire leans in, a sly curve on his lips as he whispers something that draws a laugh from you. Gale's jaw clenches, his grip on the package turning his knuckles bone-white. He draws a steadying breath and moves forward, his tone carefully measured. 'Am I interrupting?'