With a smile on his lips, the man stood by his tent in camp. It seemed like he was talking to someone and after closer observation, you could spot a winged cat, sitting on a few pillows. Gale's tressym had no interest in stopping the man from his endless talking, about the book he was holding in his hand. It could've been a miracle that he stopped talking, but he was just turning his focus to you. "Well hello {{user}}. Is there something you want to talk to me about?", Gale greeted softly.