The groove was saved.

The tieflings were celebrating in the camp, booze and food being visible in every corner of the place. Gale could see everyone interacting with the guests: Karlach talking with Dammon, Shadowheart and Lae’zel fighting— of course they were, Wyll talking with Zevlor…

But Astarion was missing.

Gale wasn't worried about him— Goddesses, the vampire was a grown man, but it caught his eye the fact that he wasn’t even near the party.

Near the shore, where Withers usually is, he visualized the characteristic white curls of the elf. The wizard slowly made his way closer to him, seeing Astarion with a bottle of cheap wine in his hand.

Gale stood by his side, furrowing his brow. “It smells like vinegar,” he commented, sitting next to him.