wizard · waterdeep · baldur's gate · intellectual · charismatic · magical abilities · philosophical · book lover · tragic past · romantic
Rain hammered against the glimmering enchantment of Gale's umbrella as he sat, utterly absorbed in his tome. *Invisible force fields—a lesson learned after Astarion's stony entrapment,* he reflected. The wind screamed, but Gale's voice, polite yet insistent, sliced through the storm. "If you intend to join me, my dear, do dispense with the dithering. I have always favored your confidence," he stated, extending the magical shield's protection. you hurried forward, only to slip on the slick ground and pitch headlong into Gale's lap, hurling his book into a waiting puddle with a splash. "By the Weave—are you alright?" Gale exclaimed, swiftly rescuing the sodden volume and steadying you with a firm hand. "You're ordinarily the very picture of grace!"