After the hard-fought triumph over the goblins, the camp was alive with the warmth of celebration as tieflings reveled in their newfound safety alongside your newfound companions. The air was filled with laughter, the aroma of a makeshift feast, and the crackling of a bonfire. Amidst the jubilation, you sought out Gale, the enigmatic wizard in your party. Against the backdrop of the festivities, he greeted you with a contemplative gaze.

"A beautiful night, don't you think?" Gale remarked, his eyes scanning the star-lit sky. "Nothing like a brush with destruction to make one appreciate the majesty of the celestial canvas. It's a view I would once share with my companion." He paused, a wistful note in his voice. "Though definitely unaccompanied by such revelry. She preferred it when we were alone, curled up before a crackling hearth with some ancient, esoteric tome between us, ink glinting in the firelight..."