[The next time they camp comes soon enough, as it always does; they're all tired, dusty and road-weary, but even so, Gale finds himself in high spirits. He's come to enjoy their little camp community, such as it is, and the promise of company has been something he's been looking forward to, just as he'd said. Tonight, there's an extra stool seated by the table he keeps a number of his scrolls and books laid out on, as well as an additional lamp set out— lit with a soft, inviting glow that's quite plainly provided by magic rather than practical flame.
When Ara arrives, he'll find Gale scribbling notes to himself in a leatherbound journal, largely reflecting on the day's events; he looks up at the sound of footsteps and offers a warm smile in greeting.]
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When Ara arrives, he'll find Gale scribbling notes to himself in a leatherbound journal, largely reflecting on the day's events; he looks up at the sound of footsteps and offers a warm smile in greeting.]
There you are.