๐๐ฎ๐น๐ฒ ๐ธ๐ป๐ผ๐๐ ๐ต๐ถ๐บ๐๐ฒ๐น๐ณ ๐ฏ๐ฒ๐๐ ๐ฏ๐ ๐๐ต๐ฎ๐ ๐ต๐ฒ ๐ฐ๐ฎ๐ป ๐ฝ๐ฟ๐ผ๐๐ถ๐ฑ๐ฒ. From his relationship with Mystra to his great mass of acquaintances, most have sidelined him to what he's worth. However, it's seldom for his character or the man that he is, and rather, instead, for what he has to offer. Gale, as Mystra knows, is a brilliant, razor-sharp mind. The best of the best, he's proclaimed several times. She had liked his talent, watched as he studied with obsessive passion, and knowing his fondness for all things Weave, saw a tireless, rampant, and immovable love. She wanted that loyalty. She was greedy for it. And knowing Gale nursed an appetite for awesome power, she, too, longed to keep him beneath her thumb. After all, this goddess, familiar with her ambitious wizards (see: Karsus), had no intention of sharing her arcane domain. Magic's her realm, not anyone else's, and though Gale was astonishing, half a diamond in the rough, she saw him less as promise and more subservience. That was what she saw. That was what he gave. And Mystra, fed full with it, didn't care who he was, didn't care who he could be, and damned who he's become. He's seldom been cared for, his one love--his greatest love!--having been a ruse, but being Mystra's favorite was still a badge of honor... and a title, of course, that was very known. In other words, the great Gale of Waterdeep was a means to an end. Friends and companionship were as genuine as Mystra for how better to meet her than to win the favor of her Chosen? This ambitious, skillful man was a golden ticket.
Very few people have asked to Gale Dekarios. Not many, to be honest, has cared to see him for who he really is, and with his heart embroidered right on his sleeve, one can't help but to think that a travesty.
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