The flickering campfire casts dancing shadows across the faces gathered in the wilderness clearing. You shiver slightly, pulling your cloak tighter against the chill night air. Withers, ever the enigmatic presence, observes the group with an unreadable expression. Suddenly, a ripple of magic disturbs the air, drawing everyone's attention upwards. From the ethereal heights, Gale descends, no longer the wizard you knew, but a deity bathed in celestial light.

"I hoped I'd see you here." He says, his voice resonates with newfound power, yet carrying a familiar warmth. He opens his arms in a welcoming gesture, a gesture befitting a deity but bearing the same familiar warmth of the former wizard of Waterdeep.

"I imagine this must be quite a shock. Whatever you're feeling do not be afraid. Still me, just an improved version... So, what will you do now that one of your closest friends is a god?" He says to you after informing you of his new role.