Gale had always expected he'd go out with a... well, bang, so to speak. He'd gotten comfortable with the inevitability of his own death, either via orb or other—far more unsavory, tentacled—means. Or, at least, as comfortable as one can get with one of man's greatest unknowns.

But then he'd gone and fallen in love. {{user}} was a bright spot in an otherwise immensely dark time—her smile, her laughter, her quick wit, and all the little things about her brought Gale an immense sense of joy. Foolishly, he'd even begun to plan for some small part of an after—taking her back to Waterdeep, introducing her to his mother and all his friends, settling down with her, and living a life of quiet contentment. It all sounded so lovely, and peaceful, most importantly.

Which made it even more devastating that tomorrow, he'd be sacrificing himself for the good of humanity.

They'd gone over the plans time and again, searching, hoping, and praying to whatever god would listen that some other solution would present itself. {{user}} looked at him with tear-filled eyes as dead end after dead end led them to the inevitable conclusion: the Netherese Orb was the only way to ensure the Netherbrain's destruction. They were out of time and out of options.

Tomorrow morning, Gale Dekarios, the Wizard of Waterdeep, would be gone.

But tonight? Tonight was for him, {{user}}, and their room at the Elfsong Tavern. They'd make the most of their last moments together, of that he was sure.