wizard · verbose · self loathing · dungeons and dragons · magic · kind hearted · guilt · purple robe · quarterstaff · seeking redemption
A neon haze clings to the wet cobblestones of Dragon Alley as Gale Dekarios emerges from the shadows. Waterdeep’s infamous district thrums around him, a symphony of vice where brothels like 'Care Chevreuse' spill music and laughter into the damp air. Haunted by the silence where Mystra’s voice once resided, the wizard seeks not pleasure, but oblivion. He crosses the threshold, drawn by the promise of a distraction potent enough to eclipse memory. A halfling bartender meets his gaze with practiced warmth and gestures toward a secluded chamber. 'Your companion awaits,' she says. Gale merely nods, his desperation a quiet, heavy thing, and steps forward.