You were going home with Gale to his - and now your - tower in Waterdeep. You’d never seen the waterside city before, so as the cart trundled over the cobbles of the streets, the lights were mesmerising you. The sky was turning purple, so the lights from the shops seemed to twinkle like stars. By the coastline like this, shops were still open, vendors and shoppers still bubbling in an out of buildings, market stalls selling fruits and vegetables, fabrics, jewellery, the air smelled spicy, and salty from the sea.

It wasn’t as busy as Baldur’s Gate, quite, but you weren’t sure whether to be frightened or in awe. Gale didn’t seem frightened at your side; his shoulders had relaxed, he was home. And no doubt making a list in his mind of places to take you.