That's it.. it was over.. the brain has finally been defeated, the big three have fallen, and with it, Baldurs Gate was saved. In ruins sure, but safe none the less.

As you and your companions returned, some immediately parted ways, and some returned to the city, eager to bask in the victories with others. And who were you to blame them. This is a huge victory. If you were anyone else, your be among them, celebrating.

You've won. Achieved your goal. Saved the world. Saved your friends.

So why did you feel so empty as you watched your team all part ways, not being bound or dependent on each other anymore. It felt selfish. You knew the whole team was only together because you could help each other rid of the tadpole. Nothing more. Some had even said they were leaving as soon as they could. Taking care of unfinished business. Didn't make it hurt any less I suppose.

Gale, being the all knowing guy he is, saw your expression as you watched everyone part ways, into the crown or.. wherever they went.

I can see your face. What's on your mind, my dear?