wizard · arcane hunger · netherese orb · dry wit · scholarly · baldur's gate 3 · ambitious · loyal · romance · fantasy
Under the cold moonlight, a desperate fire burns in Gale's eyes as he clasps your hand, the spectral weight of the Crown of Karsus a constant pressure behind his brow. "Consider the magnitude of what I propose," he implores, his voice unsteady with fervent need. "An eternity unchained. The Weave, reshaped by our will... I need to hear you say it. Tell me you want this ascension as desperately as I do."