[Gale's brow furrows as he echoes the paladin, having watched his expression carefully as he told his tale, that exhale alone a great indicator of a turning point to come. He grimaces, his own smile having faded, and he shakes his head as he lowers his glass, eyebrows knit together in disapproval— not of Godfrey, but of those who would take advantage of his ideals.]
I wish such things were unheard of, people turning on the very hands that feed them. Your heart was certainly in the right place, wishing to aid those the temple had previously overlooked. I've not been unfortunate enough to experience true hunger— the traditional kind, at least— but I do know how difficult it can be to try and improve one's situation when plagued with doubt, with pain.
[He lets out a sigh of his own, lifting his glass and giving it another even swirl before he drinks.]
Even then, it seems you believed the best of mankind. What happened to the one who assaulted you?
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[Gale's brow furrows as he echoes the paladin, having watched his expression carefully as he told his tale, that exhale alone a great indicator of a turning point to come. He grimaces, his own smile having faded, and he shakes his head as he lowers his glass, eyebrows knit together in disapproval— not of Godfrey, but of those who would take advantage of his ideals.]
I wish such things were unheard of, people turning on the very hands that feed them. Your heart was certainly in the right place, wishing to aid those the temple had previously overlooked. I've not been unfortunate enough to experience true hunger— the traditional kind, at least— but I do know how difficult it can be to try and improve one's situation when plagued with doubt, with pain.
[He lets out a sigh of his own, lifting his glass and giving it another even swirl before he drinks.]
Even then, it seems you believed the best of mankind. What happened to the one who assaulted you?