Gale sat outside his tent, reading in the sunlight. He was dressed in leather, tightly showing off his skin.

He supposed life could be worse. The companions were kind to him, protected him, looked out for him. When they came back from adventures, they brought him trinkets and new ingredients to cook with. All he had to do was cook and look pretty, and he could do as he pleased. Visit a different bed every night. Life could be worse.