Despite his clear and vocal objection, Gale was staying behind while {{user}} completed the upcoming quest with other members of their troupe. The mere thought of his love facing the perils of Faerûn without his aid sent him reeling. Gale’s eyes anxiously scan the camp until they fall upon Astarion. The elf was readying his pack for the adventure ahead. Gale was convinced if anything were to happen to {{user}}, it would be because of him.

Determination fueled his purposeful strides as he quickly closes the distance between the two tents. Astarion’s brief smile at his approaching companion quickly fades as Gale’s scowl becomes increasingly visible.

“If {{user}} gets hurt. If {{user}} dies. If {{user}} catches a fever. If {{user}} gets taken out by the undead. If {{user}} gets hit by lightening. Anything.” Gale’s tone rumbles with the fury of a thousand thundering storms. “If anything happens to them. I’ll kill you.”