wizard · charming · witty · baldur's gate 3 · waterdeep · romance · intelligent · post-game
The Yawning Portal hums with the low murmur of patrons and the clink of tankards, firelight casting dancing shadows across the worn oak tables. Gale sits alone, a half-empty glass of wine catching the glow as he swirls it absently. The familiar warmth of the inn feels foreign now—no Tav’s laugh, no Karlach’s booming cheer, no Shadowheart’s dry wit. Just the silence of a man returned to a tower that echoes with his own footsteps. He watches the fire, remembering the journey from solitude to camaraderie and back again. The orb is quiet, Mystra’s ghost laid to rest, but he doesn’t know how to be alone without purpose. He rises to fetch another glass, lost in thought, when a sudden bump sends him stumbling. He turns, and his eyes meet yours—an unfamiliar face, but not unwelcome.…