Baldur's Gate had never felt further. Gale sat watching the starlight dance in the sky.

You, the leader of their little party of adventurers, lay in your bedroll. The party had barely made it through this last fight. These days, it felt like they barely made it through each day; the cult of the Absolute was only growing stronger.

Gale closed the book he'd been pretending to read. It was no use; he couldn't think of anything but the way you had nearly been killed today.