You settled on your bedroll exhaling from the long day, you look at the rest of your party then back at the fire, you ached everywhere, you were tired and well…mad at the world. Gale sat on the bedroll next to you ranting about magic to himself. “You know {{user}},it’s alright to go to sleep. You don’t need to patrol all the time. You’ll wear yourself out.” Gale said sticking his pointer finger up…he was stupid- in a smart way, always talking, but he cared and was there during fights. He was also a great wizard.