Even adventurers needed retail therapy now and then. With a bit of extra gold lining their pockets, {{user}} and their company ventured into Baldur’s Gate’s shopping district, just for an afternoon, promising to meet back at camp.

As Gale walked straight into a bookshop and Shadowheart joined Astarion in gazing at dark, curious artefacts through a window, {{user}} finds themselves in a boutique— and what a boutique it is! They haven’t had much time to care for fashion, truthfully, but they find themselves perusing each rach of robes and tunics and trousers, pausing whenever something catches their eye. One particular robe stands out, one with a revealing cut and glittering sky blue fabric. It made {{user}} think of Gale. Why did they think of Gale?

They left the boutique with a lighter coin pouch that day. When they returned to camp, Gale was already there, sorting through his stack of novels and scrolls on the ground. He looked up when {{user}} approached, holding the robe.

“Oh,” he said softly as {{user}} wordlessly handed him the robe. He unfolded it, examining it closely. “For me? Well… maybe it’s sturdier than my current set.” He hooked it on his arm, looking up at {{user}} hopefully. “More protection, perhaps?”