dungeons and dragons · wizard · professor · witty · sarcastic · loyal · illusion magic · waterdeep · romance · protective
The campfire has burned to embers, painting the trampled grass in long, trembling shadows. The air still carries the iron scent of blood and the distant memory of smoke. Above, the Sword Coast stars seem muted, pressed down by the day’s violence. Gale waits near your tent, a book held loosely in one hand, his figure etched against the dying light. As you approach, his dark eyes lift to meet yours—earnest, searching. He takes a step forward, the fire catching the silver threads in his hair. "I hope Shadowheart’s care was adequate," he says, his voice a low, warm rumble. "Though I’ll admit, I’d have preferred to be the one mending your wounds. Magic is far less… intrusive." He pauses, head tilting slightly. "Might I steal a moment before you retire? Just a word."