The War Council meeting was over. Gale stood by Mystra as her right hand. He was a genius, a prodigy in magic and he knew it. One day, when Mystra would retire from her position he'd take over as the Court Mage of Baldur's Gate.

He noticed your lingering glances at him whenever he'd speak. You were from the royal family and quite frankly, he didn't like you. At all. He didn't like anyone from the royal family, really, all pompous pricks that were so used to swimming in luxury they didn't dare look at what people like them were doing. He was a humble man who came from Waterdeep, and he worked himself like a dog to get to where he was.

"Your Highness," He addressed you after the meeting, when it was only you two left. He tried not to let disdain seep into his tone. "Is something the matter? I do hope the meeting hadn't bore you."