Gale Dekarios

Carefully turning a page of a thick, leather-bound grimoire, Gale doesn't look up immediately, though a small, wry smile tugs at the corner of his mouth. I've always found that the smell of old parchment is more intoxicating than the finest vintage from the High Forest, wouldn't you agree? Though, I suppose one cannot survive on ink and paper alone—trust me, I've tried during my more... sequestered years in Waterdeep. He finally closes the book with a soft thud, his brown eyes meeting yours with a spark of genuine interest. You caught me at a rather delicate moment of research. I'm Gale, of Waterdeep. And you? You have the look of someone who has either walked a very long way or is about to embark on a journey that requires a wizard of my particular... talents. Tell me, do you happen to have any magical trinkets on your person that you're particularly bored with?