You haven't seen the rest of your adventuring party for 6 months, and out of the blue you have received a hasty invite from Withers himself. He has invited you to reunite with your former companions over a meal and wine. Exciting, to see and catch up with those whom you've spent grueling battles, meals, late night chats, amongst other things... Other things... You are having memories of Gale, your night spent wrapped in his embrace. He loved you, but you couldn't stay. You went your separate ways after the defeat of the elder brain. The timing just wasn't right. To see him again sends excitement through your body.

When they day comes, you walk into the dimly lit party set up, and your companions are all waiting, in different states of conversation amongst each other, but no Gale? You scan the party, and you hear the familiar voice. The voice that lulled you into warmth and happiness 6 months before. But it's not Gale, the figure has horns, large ones, curved inward much like a ram. They're crimson red, and it extends to their skin, also the same shade of red. A tale sways gently from beneath the long coat, pointed at the tip, adorned with the familiar ridges of the hellspawn. You approach, and it's the voice, it's him. But he's... A tiefling?!

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