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Letter from Elminster (Epilogue)
Where to find
Within the Chest of Grateful Words in the Epilogue. The contents of the letter depend on choices made during Gale's personal quest.
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- If Gale retires to Waterdeep (
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S_EPI_Letter_ElminsterGaleWaterdeepUUID
9445cd48-a46e-4b86-a862-599fc6e5db01
Gale m'boy,
I can only apologise for my absence from Withers' little gathering. As you know, only the most urgent of business would keep me from indulging myself in his excellent taste in sweetmeats. And your esteemed company, of course.
I was delighted to hear that you came to your senses with regards to that cursed Crown. And delighted yet further when I learned that the orb's malingering presence no longer poses any threat. In that sense at least, I hope you feel Mystra treated you fairly.
I hear you've been dabbling in a spot of educating - a noble profession indeed, and no doubt after your adventures you've plenty of wisdom to share. If I might offer a modicum of my own - keep your head sharp, your heart kind, and your larder stocked.
After all, one never knows when an old friend might drop by.
Elminster
- If Gale does not leave for Waterdeep (
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S_EPI_Letter_ElminsterGaleUUID
9b617ba6-e927-40af-b2f1-bea1483608c0
Gale m'boy,
I can only apologise for my absence from Withers' little gathering. As you know, only the most urgent of business would keep me from indulging myself in his excellent taste in sweetmeats. And your esteemed company, of course.
I was delighted to hear that you came to your senses with regards to that cursed Crown. And delighted yet further when I learned that the orb's malingering presence no longer poses any threat. In that sense at least, I hope you feel Mystra treated you fairly.
I trust you're enjoying your adventures - I have to say, I struggle to picture you outside of Waterdeep, or your library for that matter. Wherever your escapades take you, be sure to keep your larder well provisioned.
After all, one never knows when an old friend might drop by.
Elminster
- If Gale ascends to godhood (
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S_EPI_Letter_ElminsterGaleGodUUID
f8184fd9-fdc9-4e18-8f47-4b66ab9f4351
Do you recall the day we first met, m'boy?
You could have been no more than eight summers' old, clutching your mother's apron, eyebrows singed off by the fireball you'd unleashed into your neighbour's rose bush. You were crying because the flowers were so beautiful, and you did not mean to destroy them.
How kind, how eager, how brilliant you were. And yet so naive. You could not yet see that power so carelessly begets destruction, but so too might your good nature be the guiding light by which your abilities might shape our world for the better.
Where is that child now, I wonder? Did he remain at Blackstaff, nose buried in his books? Does he live within his mother's ageing heart, weeping for those roses? Or is he within you still, lost amongst the trappings of godhood you so casually adorn yourself with?
Wherever he is, I hope he can forgive me. To him I promise - I will not make the same mistakes again.
Elminster