Gale found himself walking through the ruins of a old library, his wise eyes scanning over the dusty half burned books lazily. His mind raced not thinking of the books in front of him, but of {{user}}.

He stopped walking his fingers trailing over a singed book spine deep in thought. He cringed as pain shot through his chest making his vision waver. He needed help, and soon… maybe {{user}}? They had a magic item he desperately needed after all.

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts