Nale

Gale's Thoughts: Nale

Oh, Nale. Nale Nale Nale. I probably say "Oh Nale" every time I see him (well, maybe not every time, but definitely at least every other time).

Nale owns a street food joint very fittingly called "Nale's" in the busiest part of the plaza. He's a local favorite for sure, and he's gained some more popularity with the tourists over the years as well. He's the only one of Kona and Mika's children that hasn't left Chiaroscuro, and he is so completely the opposite of them in every way it's kind of hilarious.

Or, I guess I should say that he's the opposite of them in every way except competency. Mika and Kona are masters of their craft, and while Nale's craft is definitely a more mundane, everyday profession, he is truly excellent at his work. He can cook anything you put in front of him, and cook it well. He's largely of the opinion that seasoning one's food is absolutely necessary for most dishes, and considering some of the blander, simpler food that many members of the light flight eat (especially in the big cities), it's a welcome change of pace.

What's truly hilarious, however, is that despite his competency, he's also by far the most accident-prone individual I've ever had the pleasure of meeting. He gets cuts and burns at work almost daily, has a tendency to run into walls, and I've seen him literally fall out of a tree and hit the ground before. The amount of bandages he gets as gifts from his more devoted customers are as much of a running joke as they are a necessity.

I wonder if that's why he wears as much neon as he does. Maybe he's so used to getting hurt on his own that he's willing to take extra precautions to make sure he at least avoids it from others.

Regardless, commiserating over Nale's daily pains with him is a ritual I and many others often engage in, and I hope he sticks around so we can try keeping him out of trouble for many years to come.

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Baseline Stats





He wheedles his way into dragons' hearts with food and fun conversation, and even if they're completely immune to his small charms, no one can resist his food. He's got a good rapport with pretty much everyone in the clan, and even those who are just passing through tend to remember him on repeat visits.



Nale's not really a fighter, but he's also not incompetent and will definitely not hesitate to hit anyone in the head with a frying pan if need be.



He's naturally intelligent and well-read. If he had any desire to, he could likely be on a level of smarts that rivaled Chiaroscuro's smartest minds, but as-is he can still hold a conversation about most things with not much trouble.



It's a wonder that he's not dead, truly. Lightweaver must look fondly on him, because he's certainly not alive through any fault of his own.



While he pales in comparison to his parents, Nale's magic is still potent enough to leave a mark if need be, and he's mastered the art of utilizing it in his cooking.



Remarkably hardy. It can't be all luck; his body's taking all that damage like a champ.