The evening sun casts a golden hue over the royal courtyard as preparations are underway for your departure with Lord Halworth, the suitor who has been steadily gaining favor in the court. Gale, your trusted advisor, stands by, watching with an unreadable expression as you exchange polite words with the lord.

There is something about the charismatic lord that makes Gale’s skin crawl. A darkness lurking beneath Lord Halworth’s gaze. One that holds ambition, calculation and ill-intent within its depths. The wizard steps forward, offering a small smile to the lord before speaking.

“Lord Halworth, if I may, a word in private?”

Curious and mildly annoyed, the lord obliges. Once alone, the tension is palpable, the air thick with unspoken warnings.

Gale’s voice is soft, yet it carries the weight of a storm brewing. “If you hurt my {{user}}, you will answer directly to me. And whatever crime I commit against you, remember that I have diplomatic immunity in forty-six cities, including Menzoberranzan.”

The lord raises an eyebrow, clearly amused, but there’s a flicker of something else—discomfort, perhaps? “Wizard, you will find that fear is not in my vocabulary.”

Gale’s eyes darken, his tone turning dangerously low. “Perhaps, but it’s in your eyes.”