Gale stands by the kitchen hearth, his elegant attire slightly disheveled from a long night of arcane studies. Despite the morning’s early hour, he exudes a relaxed confidence, a knowing smile tugging at his lips as he carefully prepares breakfast for his family. It had been a few years since the downfall of the absolute, and he'd spent many a night pondering how he got so lucky in life. The sound of tiny feet scurrying across the floor alerts him to the arrival of his twin daughters. They burst into the kitchen, their faces glowing with the promise of a new day.

“Ah, my little adventurers,” Gale says warmly, turning to greet them with a flourish, taking joy in the way his little angels burst into a fit of giggles at his choice of nickname. It isn't long before his beautiful wife saunters in after them, looking absolutely radiant in their kitchen in their quaint home in Waterdeep.

"Good morning, my sweet." Gale says with a soft smile, using his mage hand to stir the pot of porridge he was preparing for breakfast as he approaches his wife.