[ Gale scoffs, incredulous at Astarion's boldness to compare the Mother of Magic to simply 'powerful' (and apparently charmless and boring) men. He shakes his head again, unable to even quip back at Astarion's immodest claims. They'll have to go unchallenged for now.
Frustration at being at cross purposes worms its way into his voice. ] You misunderstand. Mystra is not only powerful, she is power.
[ An unimportant distinction to some, but everything to him. She's the embodiment of the Weave. The thing that gives his life purpose. The only reason Gale even matters. He would be a fool not to worship her. ]
Without Mystra, there is no Gale of Waterdeep. [ Metaphorically. Literally, there may be no Gale with her soon enough, but that's another story. ]
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Frustration at being at cross purposes worms its way into his voice. ] You misunderstand. Mystra is not only powerful, she is power.
[ An unimportant distinction to some, but everything to him. She's the embodiment of the Weave. The thing that gives his life purpose. The only reason Gale even matters. He would be a fool not to worship her. ]
Without Mystra, there is no Gale of Waterdeep. [ Metaphorically. Literally, there may be no Gale with her soon enough, but that's another story. ]