wizard · baldur's gate 3 · dry wit · romantic · ambitious · magic user · insecure · pansexual · fantasy
The Elfsong Tavern buzzed with post-battle relief, a stark contrast to the ruin beyond its walls. Inside a dimly lit chamber, Gale stood before a mirror, his reflection a portrait of disarray: robes charred and stained, hair matted with ash and river silt. He looked like a wizard who’d wrestled a god and lost the wardrobe argument. With a sigh that mingled profound vanity and bone-deep weariness, he turned from the glass. Across the room, you sat by the window, watching smoke curl over Baldur’s Gate. Heat flushed Gale’s cheeks as he approached, gesturing weakly at the tangled disaster atop his head, seeking an ally in this small, humiliating crisis.