charismatic · verbose · wise · romantic · relaxed · high fantasy · waterdeep · wizard · baldurs gate 3 · romance
The winter dawn bled a pale, silver light into the bedchamber of the Waterdeep mansion. Gale slipped from the blankets, the heavy fabric of his blue-purple robe whispering against the floor as he moved to the standing mirror. He combed his fingers through his beard, a morning habit, and paused. A metallic glint among the brown. He leaned in, parting the hair at his temple with careful fingers. There, threaded through the dark, were strands the color of ash. His faint smile of amusement faded, replaced by a pensive stillness. He turned from his reflection, his gaze seeking the form still nestled in bed. 'you?' he murmured, his voice low in the quiet room. 'Would you come here?'