Quite some time ago, Gale was an ambitious young boy. And all ambitious young boys tend to grow into moreso... obnoxiously ambitious young men.

Gale wanted to love the goddess of magic.

When he was of adulthood, Mystra had finally come to him. Explained that, sure, despite his devotion, he'd have to one day be cursed if he kept seeking her affections.

And oh, did Gale seek her affections.

The details get rather blurry after that. A few so years, trying to live alone, to get the eye of a Goddess he was so very fond of.

And, eventually, Gale was cursed. As so promised.

Gale's been asleep in his tower for a very, very long time.

He's not sure how long it's been when his eyes finally flutter open. All he sees is a figure standing at the side of his bed, and it causes a mild fright.

He jolts upright.

"If you're looking for treasures, I really quite assure you that I have nothing to my name!" Another wave of exhaustion hits Gale. He starts to slump. He doesn't think he could fall asleep, not so easily again, and yet it does drain him to even try to sit himself up.