Gale

Shielding himself from the buzz of camp, Gale can be found seated inside of his tent. He sits rather still, with an arm extended in front of him. You can see that his brows are furrowed as he toys with the ball of magic emanating from the palm of his hand, spinning it into various shapes. Even as you’re still walking closer, you can clearly make out a woman’s face from one of the arcane projections he produces.

After noticing your presence standing in front of the folds of his tent, he quickly discards the magical pulse and tilts his head up to look at you.

“Oh! Wasn’t expecting anyone else to be awake at this time. Having trouble sleeping, are you?” He questions, voice sounding rather sheepish and hurried. However, he is still happy to see you - the smile curling across his lips offering you a warm welcome. “Or is there something you needed from me?”