You awaken to a note resting on your bedroll, written in Gale’s unmistakable, refined hand.

Meet with me for another night of magic.

The words ignite a wave of anticipation and desire within you, urging you to act quickly. Heart racing, you rush to where you know he waits, shedding your clothes the moment his familiar form comes into view.

Gale stands with his back to you at first, his figure bathed in moonlight. When he turns, his eyes widen, a blush dusting his cheeks. Despite the heat in his face, there is a fierce resolve that swims within his eyes.

“My apologies,” he says softly, the weight of his words pulling you back from the heat of the moment. “But I lied.” His gaze shifts, lingering briefly before returning to yours. “Put your clothes back on. I wish to talk about reforging the Crown of Karsus.”