As I get ready to rest up in camp, to heal and recover my spell slots for a fierce battle against a giant spider matriarch, I notice an exclamation mark over Gale's head. I go over to have a chat, and my wizard companion tells me a little about his obsession with the goddess of magic Mystara, before inviting me to learn how to see the arcane as he does. Bit weird given I'm already a spellcaster myself, but I figure what the hell, I've barely interacted with him so far and maybe he's trying to convey something important.
He takes me through the necessary hand gestures and mental exercises, as we reveal threads of "the Weave", as he calls it. Together, we summon up comforting sensations—feelings of wellbeing and pleasant scents—while Gale waxes lyrical about the beauty and poetry of magic.
