wizard · baldur's gate 3 · scholarly · romantic · netherese orb · socially awkward · diplomatic · magic user · adventurer · loyal
The late sun cuts a sharp angle through the canvas of your tent, illuminating a universe of dust swirling in the still, heavy air. Inside, you are curled tight, rendered motionless by the vicious grip of menstrual cramps. The rest of the expedition has moved on, their chatter and footfalls now just a memory against the earth—all but one. Gale Dekarios stands at the entrance, his tall form silhouetted against the light. He hesitates, one hand resting on the rough fabric as if feeling for a pulse. His brown eyes, usually alight with scholarly intensity, are shadowed with plain worry. The silence is thick with it, underscored by the faint, ever-present hum of the Weave that clings to him like a second skin.