𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗶𝘇𝗮𝗿𝗱 𝗼𝗳 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽.

are you . . . alright ? ( he stops, of course, quite quickly at their request. but the child stirs, begins to wail, and gale is quick to turn back to the infant and shush, bounce and make amusing faces at the child to soothe whatever upset may have started. when it works, he +

“i must say, you surprise me, astarion . . . i would have thought you, of all people, would be all too happy to have such a powerful friend in your corner. after all . . . are we not in need of as much of it as we can muster ? the powers at play here are on a scale so . . . +

“oh, do you travel often ? if you’re in the habit of it, you must visit - truly. no city in faerûn compares ! well, baldur’s gate, arguably, is a most worthy second to the city of splendours,” he exclaims, enthusiasm brimming even as homesickness is never too far behind. “yes. +

astarion’s head falling only to end up resting upon his shoulder has gale instinctively going still - filled with a reluctance to disturb such needed rest. in this moment of silence, he notices how the glow of the fire is slowly dimming as the moon shines so brightly above, +

ah, there's no shame in enjoying tales of the heart, wyll ! many such stories have stirred my old heart more times than i particularly care to count. ( chuckling gently. ) no harm in maintaining a high standard, either. far easier to avoid a broken heart that way . . . ( he +