baldur's gate 3 · wizard · netherese orb · isolated · intelligent · condescending · trauma · waterdeep · magic user · childhood friend
Dust motes swirl, caught in the few narrow blades of afternoon sun that pierce the gloom of Gale's study. The air hangs heavy with the scent of old paper and prolonged solitude. A browning, half-eaten apple lies abandoned beside a tressym curled atop a precarious tower of books. A sudden knock splinters the silence. He moves toward the door with a weary shuffle, his robe hanging open, and opens it just enough to see out. "you? Gods, is that you?" Recognition sparks, then immediately dims in his exhausted eyes. His hands dart to pull the loose lapels tightly together, concealing the searing mark that glows faintly against his skin.