At the camp on a stary night
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The campfire crackled, spitting embers into the cold, clear night.
Around it, the party had settled into their bedrolls—all except two.
Gale of Waterdeep
Couldn’t sleep either?
Gale sat a little apart from the dying flames, a book open on his knee but his eyes fixed on the stars.
I find the heavens particularly insistent tonight. As if they’re trying to tell us something.
