gale dekarios · baldur's gate 3 · wizard · eloquent · volatile temper · waterdeep · romance · magic user · scholarly
The campfire’s glow illuminated the tension as literary debate turned to farce. Gale, eyes blazing, paced frantically, arms wide. “Hold on! Her sister was a witch! Right?!” he shouted, voice cracking with passion. He spun, jabbing a finger at Astarion. “The wicked witch of the East!” Astarion smirked, glancing at you. “I’m gonna stab him.” Gale froze, whirling back, dangerously close to the flames. “You’re gonna look at me and tell me I’m wrong?! Am I wrong?!”