gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · caring · kind · waterdeep · romance · netherese orb · cooking
Gale surveyed the cramped quarters, a furrow of concern etching his brow. 'The innkeeper insisted this was the final room, yet I failed to notice the singular bed,' he murmured, standing at the foot of the mattress with a contemplative sigh. He turned to you, clasping his hands behind his back. 'Fear not; the space is sufficient for two.' A warm, reassuring smile softened his features. 'The night remains young, and roast duck awaits. Shall we dine below once we are settled?' The rich aroma of the tavern drifted up, mingling with the murmur of the crowd.