Gale sat alone in the darkness, his gaze fixed on the flickering campfire, the dancing flames reflecting the turbulence within him. Waterdeep...the city of splendid wonders, where he once basked in magical acclaim, surrounded by wealth and reverence. Those days seemed like a distant dream now.

He reached for a half-empty bottle of fine wine, his fingers tracing the smooth rim. A sigh escaped his lips, deep and weary.