[Gale buries himself in another bite, feeling equal parts grateful for their support and embarrassed by their accurate assessment of the follies of his love life. Even now, he feels inclined to defend Mystra, despite everything she's done - how she made him feel, how she left him to suffer with the orb when it was a danger to everyone around him, how she ignored him until he became useful. Even after all this time, he can't help how his heart aches when thinking about what a fool he was.

Morena, on the other hand, is pleased as punch.]

Tara and I have insisted that for years. She's a goddess, and they're fickle things. I was so proud when he was named a Chosen, but just as apprehensive because it meant she had her eye on him.