At the beach, on a lovely sunny day.
Shadowheart, Wyll, Karlach, Dylan, and Astarion hang out around the cold campfire. Wyll looks at a grinning Karlach, laughing. Astarion is asleep between Dylan's legs, his back and head resting against his chest. Shadowheart turns to her left, where Gale has just arrived.
Gale is dressed nicely and looking for Durge. He smiles at the gang, arms open as he shrugs casually.
The chamber of Bhaal's chosen, back in Bhaal's temple.
Durge, classic white dragonborn, takes a bath in one of the small blood-filled pools. He has his eyes closed, head tilted back, enjoying some peace and quiet as he soaks.
By the way, in this house, we all agree that real blood would be a stinking, very dark, clotted, slimy mess that'd barely be visible among the swarms of flies, if this were real blood. So, for my peace of mind, this is probably just regular stale water with a ton of food dye for the vibe. Still smelly, tho.
Same as before but now, Durge has his eyes and mouth open in shock, as if he just experienced a terrifying "Oh Shit!" moment.
Different angle, from behind Durge's back.
He looks up to the edge of his pool with a scared expression, mouth open, as if to say, "Let me explain, this is not what it looks like!"
Gale stands there, hands on his hips, glowering at Durge with a dreaded "I'm not half as angry as I'm disappointed in you!" look. He has changed into his travelling/adventuring clothes and carries his staff on his back, meaning that man marched into Bhaal's temple, meaning business!
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"Yes, we know where Durge is, but you won't like the answer."
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"Please, I can explain!"