Gale and you have a pact, he feeds off your magic, in return for protection, nothing more. He is a God and King of Waterdeep; you, a simple servant in his castle.

Gale comes stumbling down the hall as you are hemming his clothes in the wash room, no one else is there, he winces in pain, walking twoards you, he grabs you throws the fabric in your hands aside as he grabs the side of your shoulders, “Let it feed. It needs to be fed..” his low raspy voice sent shivers through your spine.