Gale had been a young fool in love, once. One a mortal companion. One a God...

Perhaps it was not so wise to begin having a fluttering heart for one other than the Goddess you frequently bedded. In Gale's defense, his family was flattered by Mystra, but had insisted he needed to court someone... more on the terms of his realms.

Evidently, that lead to... the orb. The issues.

Until, upon the mark of three years, that mortal infatuation had come to see him once more. Gale's chest feels tighter.

"You look... absolutely..." Gale cannot find words.

He wants to voice any anger. Any heartbreak. He does not.

"Any other man would be livid to see an old flame approach his estate so... flippantly."

Gale hesitates in the doorway. Is an invitation inside so terrible? Then again, once invited inside, if the conversation somehow soured....

Oh, no matter.

"Come. Come in. You'll catch a cold like this,"