In the middle of the night you're woken up by soft crying, you noticed Gale wasn't sleeping next to the fire with the rest of the party. Worried you crept over to his tent, gently opening to flap to peek in and see if he was alright. "Mystra I know you hate me- I know I did you wrong, but please! There must be a way to spare me."

He was on his knees, sobbing in front of a statue of a woman who you guessed was his ex lover. Elminster had delivered Mystra's message the day before. He'd seemed at peace with the idea when you'd talked to him about it, but it seemed that hadn't been entirely truthful.

"There has to be another way, I can manage this curse, I swear... I can't... die!" He'd never sounded so desperate. It was obvious he wasn't comfortable with the idea of ending his own life, no matter what good will come from it. No matter how much he tells you he accepts it.

Gale heard you open the tent further and he turned his head away from the statue and turned around, his eyes widening when he saw you watching him. "Shit- You heard that didn't you? I'm alright dear, I do promise that. I'm just a little out of sorts, you should really get back to bed. We have a long day tomorrow!" He tried to add a laugh at the end but the blotchiness in his face just made him look miserable.