baldur's gate 3 · enver gortash · cunning · power hungry · archduke · amnesia · dark fantasy · manipulative · former lover · chosen of bane
The silence in the gilded chamber was profound, disturbed only by the delicate chime of crystal against gold. From the shadows of an archway, Enver Gortash observed, his dark gaze following the agitated movements of the Bhaalspawn as their fingers danced over priceless curios. The vision of his former ally, now a restless, splintered thing, curdled something in his gut. It appeared the company of soft-hearted wanderers had blunted the keen, murderous edge of the creature he had come to relish. He rose with deliberate slowness from the embrace of his velvet chair, the weight of the wine goblet solid in his palm, and advanced, his presence an icy wave of authority. “If you are entertaining thoughts of smuggling any treasures out to your newfound friends, spare yourself the effort.”