( eyes in a slight squint as his face is mopped up by the rag . like a messy cat , really .. )
er, yes . . i reckon you're right . i had written down my formulas, for the alchemical components needed but .. what do you think about it? using tadpoles? they've caused us so much
( while gale does that, wyll tasks himself fetching a rag from their shared traveling chest so that he may aid the wizard in cleaning his face as best as he can. )
so, you had this dream and ... i reckon you went back to sleep, ink still nearby, and simply woke up like this. i +
oh. um..
( slow blink. looks at his hands. knowing his hair is probably all matted and lank from neglect. )
that sounds like a splendid idea , wyll .
( he removes his outer robe to avoid it getting wet, gingerly setting it aside so he can dip his arms in the lake. )
okay, don't—
( covering mouth. trying not to laugh. failing. wyll clears his throat before placing his hands on gale's shoulders and guiding him to the lake nearby. )
—don't touch anything for the moment. let's just get you all cleaned up, yeah .ᐣ then you can tell me all +
( scratches chin .. just face hand print of ink. good job gale. )
well .. i had a prophetic dream about using the tadpoles as an alchemic ingredient and things spiraled from there
( pages strewn about with scrawled writing )
( leans up from the makeshift bed suddenly )
what if we got one of those tadpoles and used them in alchemical solutions to help fix certain issues like the sun for astarion or karlach's heart or minsc's hair or
( blinks sleepily. yawns. )
bwuh ..
hypothetically , do you know the solution to fixing the ire of a goddess who is known to be so distant to humanity that the mere concepts of mortal emotion and thoughts are alien to her ?
i'm asking as a scholar , of course .
( repressing a touched sniffle . )
you are so kind and practical , my friend . i would love to thrive in your garden . i think all my problems could be solved that way .
( no gale )
( oh .. shudders at the htought of being burnt . )
aha ! i like how you think . let us say i was turned into a common garden variety earthworm with no special powers outside of being just a little guy .
gods forbid a man enjoys fishing and drinking .ᐟ i hadn't realised my hobbies would be so dull for you.
( scoff....... )
mmh, no. if i ever need to preoccupy my hands somehow, i direct my attention to my abacus instead. i enjoy the sounds it makes.
this does not fill me with the sense of whimsy one gets from pondering an orb . these are all socialite hobbies . you know what you need ? i think you would be great at wood carving .
... but of course i do. drinking, for one. i also read whenever i can. i enjoy fishing ... i suppose dancing, though i haven't danced in a badger's age.