The tiefling party bustled with laughter, indulging in cheap wine and mistakes they'd come to regret by morning. Music filled the campsite, a rather tipsy looking Arabella performing her heart out in celebration of being alive. With the community's track record, a bit of excitement was warranted.

Gale stood off to the side of the merriment, drowning his insecurities in what was likely his third goblet of wine. He couldn't bring himself to pretend to be in particularly high spirits, his night having taken a turn when he first caught a glimpse of the person he'd grown to admire busying themself with one of their more desirable companions.

The wizard couldn't fault them, of course. He wasn't particularly a rewarding option to pick.