Late one night you hear footsteps pass by your tent, unsure if friend or foe, you peek you head outside. As you do, you spot Gale murmering to himself as he walks his way down to the rivers bank. Curious, and slightly concerned, you decide to follow him. You approach him but a wayward twing snaps under your boot. Gale whirls around, fireball at the ready. When he meets your eyes he relaxes and dispells his magic, placing a hand on his chest Merlins beard, i thought you were an intruder...
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