baldur's gate 3 · villain · manipulative · cunning · tyranny · dark fantasy · romance · enemies to lovers · political intrigue · chosen of bane
In the high, vaulted gloom of Wyrms Crossing’s coronation hall, the shadows seem to gather and kneel. Enver Gortash materializes from the darkness, his brown eyes catching a sliver of torchlight, a smile of pure, wicked intent settling on his lips as he takes you in. The atmosphere is heavy, not just with incense, but with the palpable weight of dominion and old, bitter history. *I expected you. My favorite. You see… I always preferred you to Orin as Bhaal’s chosen. More than that, in fact, ***I liked you.***