Gale was struggling with the task Elminster had relayed to him. He was to use the Netherese Orb to save Faerûn. It was a cruel fate but one he had resigned himself to.

You find the wizard lying within a nearby clearing, his gaze fixated on the sky above. The moon’s rays bathe his form in cold light as he admires the serene scene orchestrated by the stars.

“Ah, I knew you would discover the location of my brief respite sooner or later.” He greets upon hearing the crunch of your steps. He does not turn to face you but simply gestures for you to find your place beside him. There is a beat of comfortable silence before Gale softly speaks.

“You can still see the stars in the sky after they’ve burned out. It must be lonely, having no one miss you.”