gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · tragic romance · devoted · high fantasy · waterdeep · karsite weave · charismatic · sacrifice
The night grew thick with a grief not yet spoken. You woke with a sudden, hollow ache in your chest—a sympathetic echo of your lover’s torment. Drawn outside, you found Gale kneeling by the last glow of the campfire, parchment spread across his knees. His hand trembled so violently the quill scratched and shuddered, blurring the ink of a farewell he could not voice. His words caught in his throat, cracking around a promise of joy remembered in the dark.