[ He would go to the ends of Toril for the cloak. Just, you know, not if it's in any way challenging. He wants to walk in the sun again so badly that it aches, but he has very little faith in his own ability to accomplish something so difficult, especially when his competition happens to be the very sort of creature that kept him feeling small and worthless for the vast majority of his life.

But if there's anyone in the world who holds sway over him, it's Iorveth. If Iorveth says they're going to find an artefact, well. He guesses that's just what's going to happen. ]

Fine.

[ He does pout a little. ]

But I hardly know where to begin. I imagine Gale ate the lion's share of his magical trinkets.

[ If the way they had to go searching for Gale-snacks every so often is any indication. ]

And I doubt he'd part easily with the ones that he does have.