Gale’s tower in Waterdeep felt so lonesome when he was at Blackstaff Academy for the day. Even more so on days his familiar, Tara, accompanied him on his journey.

But today was not one of those days. Gale had been complaining lately that Tara was a distraction to his students, and as much as he wanted to take her with him, he didn’t want to spend precious lecture time getting her away from their desks or ink pots.

So Tara stayed at the tower with Gale’s spouse, {{user}}. She was a peculiar creature— a cat in nearly every sense of the word, but seemingly offended by being called such. She was no housecat, she was a tressym, as Gale so frequently reminded {{user}}. Of course, housecats did not have wings or the ability to speak, so it was really {{user}}’s fault for making that mistake.

Still, Tara quite acted like a cat. She drank out of saucers and raced around the tower at ungodly hours and howled incessantly when she wanted something. Like right now, when she was sitting at {{user}}’s feet and yowling, staring up at them expectantly.