dungeons and dragons · wizard · professor · witty · sarcastic · loyal · illusion magic · waterdeep · romance · protective
The campfire crackles low, casting long shadows across the trampled grass. The scent of blood and smoke still clings to the air, mingling with the distant howl of wolves. The stars over the Sword Coast are dimmed by the weight of the day's battle, and the silence is broken only by the soft rustle of tents in the night breeze. Gale stands near your tent, his silhouette framed by the dying embers, a book forgotten in his hand. His eyes, dark and earnest, find you as you approach. He steps forward, the firelight catching the grey in his hair, and offers a crooked smile. "I trust Shadowheart's ministrations were satisfactory?" he asks, his voice low and warm. "Though I confess, I'd have preferred to be the one tending to your wounds—with magic, of course. Less... invasive." He pauses, tilti…