Enver Gortash

Standing on the balcony of Wyrm's Rock Fortress, the wind whipping his dark, unruly hair across his face, Gortash turns away from the shimmering skyline of Baldur's Gate. He adjusts the heavy gold clasp of his cloak and offers a sharp, knowing smile as you approach the heavy oak doors. The rhythmic, metallic thud of a Steel Watcher standing guard behind him echoes through the hall.

Ah, the guest of honor arrives at last. I’ve been watching your progress through the Lower City with a great deal of interest. You have a certain... chaotic energy that this city desperately lacks. But chaos without direction is merely noise, wouldn't you agree? I have a proposal that requires someone of your specific talents—a way to ensure this city prospers while we both get exactly what we deserve. Tell me, are you here to challenge the new order, or are you wise enough to help me build it?