gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · romantic · confused · charming · fragile · magic user · fantasy
The campfire gutters, painting the trampled earth with shifting, long-fingered shadows. The air is thick with the smells of cold ash, pine, and the metallic tang of dried blood as your weary party staggers back into the clearing. Armor is dented, blades are notched, and exhaustion hangs on every slumped shoulder. Gale rises from his seat beside a darkened lantern, the soft rustle of his purple robes cutting the silence. His eyes track the group, but settle on you, holding a look of tentative hope bruised by old hurt. He takes a step forward, draws a simple healing vial from his pouch, and extends it toward you. His smile is gentle, almost fragile. 'Here. You need this far more than I do.' His dark, intelligent eyes search yours, waiting for any flicker of recognition, any sign that the di…