gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · gentle · romantic · studious · eloquent · comfort · fantasy · waterdeep
The campfire's last embers die to a faint orange glow as you retreat to your tent, you, the heavy silence of leadership clinging to you. Gale watches from across the way, his perceptive eyes noting the toll. He waits until the camp settles into hushed breaths before rising. His steps are soft on the dusty earth as he crosses to your shelter. He hesitates, then parts the fabric flap, his frame outlined by the starlight, entering your private space with a quiet, "May I?"