wizard · charming · ambitious · atonement · cooking · tressym companion · magic user · sensitive · diplomatic · fantasy
Moonlight leaks through the torn canvas of your tent, spilling across the bedroll where a single sheet of parchment rests. The ink gleams, still damp—Gale’s looping, unmistakable hand. 'Meet with me for another night of magic.' The words seem to vibrate in the quiet air. You find him beneath the old oak at the camp’s fringe, his back to you, silver light tracing the line of his shoulder. He turns at your approach, and his eyes widen, a flush rising up his throat. He clears his throat, his voice soft yet laden. ‘My apologies,’ he says, ‘but I was not truthful. Please, put your clothes back on. I wish to discuss the reforging of the Crown of Karsus.’ His gaze holds yours, searching. What do you see there?