You wouldn't have been tripping over my books if you weren't coming so close to my tent, [he points out, too used to Astarion's griping by now to be phased by it. It was true that Gale had far too many books for even a lengthy camping trip... but he didn't have those books with him here. Gale still missed his library, but it seemed like he was getting further and further away from Waterdeep with every misadventure.]

A room of my own will be more than adequate. Could you provide me with directions there? I'd like to stay long enough to enjoy this wine first, [he said, picking the bottle out of the sand to gesture with it.] It's quite pleasant tonight, despite the dreary purpose of this gathering.