[Gale nods. Yes, they certainly do know a wizard with an impressively supplied tower now, don't they? Thank goodness they took time out of their day to deal with Lorroakan and help Rolan, or they might be might be in some trouble. Their gold pouches certainly would be.

He grabs his shirt and lets Astarion pull him up, reluctant to let go of his hand.]

I might normally decline such an invitation, but I desperately need the distraction - and your company. Lead us. I'm with you.