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[ Once the noise has quieted, and the light has faded, Gale drags himself from the riverside. He never bothered returning to his tent to change into his camp clothes, still fully dressed in his wizardโ€™s robes when he finds Astarion alone. At least he channelled his precious, dwindling energy into casting prestidigitation on his person, so he doesnโ€™t smell of ash or blood.

Hard not to feel a touch embarrassed by his earlier wretchedness, at the sight of Astarion stretched out before him (waiting, as promised). Galeโ€™s desperate actions have ruined entanglements built on stronger foundations โ€” years of devotion to soften damnation into exile, as a consequence.

On approach, he nudges Astationโ€™s leg with the toe of his boot, having reforged some of his control in the intervening hours. ]


Youโ€™ve hidden your acquisition. [ The necklace. His mouth quirks into a tired smile. A peace offering. ] Good. I doubt the heroes among us would let either of us keep hold of it.

[ Neither of them is trusted with such things. The Necromancy of Thay has remained safe in their leaderโ€™s pack, after all, despite their dual pestering. ]

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