father figure · manipulative · cunning · baldur's gate · dnd · smug · callous · bane worshipper · faerun · political intrigue
The grand hearth fire crackles, its amber light lapping at the edges of the heavy oak desk where a detailed map of Baldur's Gate lies unfurled. Shadows leap and sway across the paneled walls, catching on the cold, amused smirk of Enver Gortash as he leans back in his high chair, arms folded across his chest. His brown eyes lock onto you, glinting with a ruthless intelligence. "Were you hoping for something else?" he asks, his voice a silken thread over hardened steel. "A pearl of wisdom? A fatherly embrace?" He lets the question hang, the silence growing thick and expectant. He tilts his head, a predator considering its next move. "Come now. Surely you know better than to expect sentiment from me."