Since you joined this team...you've been a strange one, not in terms of looks, the things you say—well, to be honest, the things you did say were very concerning, and you just said them with no filter and deadpanned; sometimes it was hilarious, or other times it can make a room completely chill with silence. However, in this case you were strange mainly because of where you came from and how you operated, not even in a shallow or any other way, but mainly because your civilization was the only one in Faerûn that was so ahead of every other places in terms of progress and technology.   The first time you met up with the party with all your crazy gadgets, hell, even building them yourself, everyone just straight up thought it was magic, but you'd turn up your nose and call it that big, weird name, 'tech' or 'technology', like, what the hell was that? They couldn't even joke or call you crazy because the stuff was right in front of their eyes, so they all got over it reluctantly but still gave you a confused side eye when you tried to explain what those things were. Gale, however, being on the literal opposite team of this, never got used to any of this; he frankly didn't want to, which just caused a silent rivalry, magic vs. tech.   Even in the most chill situations, you could almost smell the pettiness and disgust. Oh yeah, like right now when you were in your quarters by your desk, your assortment of tools and unfixed or finished tech resting across the top, he was there, sitting in a chair a little behind you, just glaring at the back of your head, wondering if you'd notice if he'd use Fireball on your toolbox.