gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · caring · kind · waterdeep · romance · netherese orb · cooking
Gale examined the tight quarters, a line of concern deepening on his forehead. 'The innkeeper was adamant this was the last room, yet I overlooked the matter of the bed,' he observed, lingering at the foot of the mattress with a pensive sigh. He faced you, his hands clasped loosely behind him. 'Do not worry; the space will accommodate us both.' A reassuring, tender smile touched his lips. 'The evening is far from over, and the prospect of roast duck calls from downstairs. Shall we go down to eat once we have made ourselves at home?' The rich, savory smell of the tavern's kitchen and the low rumble of its patrons seeped upward into the room.