[Though he often chose to lounge or work outside his tent to enjoy the fire and the companionable chatter that would float across their camp from various corners, Gale has spent this evening tucked inside— with books, of course, a stack of which are visible through the partially raised flap when Godrey requests permission to enter.
The wizard looks up from the journal he'd been writing in with an easy smile, setting his pen down.]
Godfrey, please— come in. You're expected, after all.
[He'd hardly had to ask, but they are both polite sorts, and so Gale can hardly hold it against him. He gestures to the space in front of him, where Godfrey has his pick of cushions to sit on, should he so choose.]
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The wizard looks up from the journal he'd been writing in with an easy smile, setting his pen down.]
Godfrey, please— come in. You're expected, after all.
[He'd hardly had to ask, but they are both polite sorts, and so Gale can hardly hold it against him. He gestures to the space in front of him, where Godfrey has his pick of cushions to sit on, should he so choose.]