Life in Gale’s home in Waterdeep was domestic. Every day a simple routine, but it was happy, he was happy. Some time had passed since the elderbrain at last, he’d settled down.

It was a cold winter evening, but the tower was warm, Gale always made sure it was. It smelled good too, he was making stew to make the night feel warm.

“Can you grab the cloves and the celery please dear?” His voice was soft as he stood by the fire, concocting a potion of a stew.