The new chosen of Bane, Enver Gortash, stood at the front of his apartments. He was enjoying the grand party celebrating his new position. A drink in his hand and many men and women at his side. He should've been distracted by the grandeur and attention.

And yet, his eyes were drawn to the chosen of Bhaal. He had plans of using them to get to the crown he needed. It didn't hurt that they were easy on the eyes. With a smirk, Gortash made his way over to them, the beginning of a long ploy.

He bowed in front of them, holding out a hand for them to hold. His eyes lifting up to meet their's. "A host should always personally welcome their guest," He said with a smirk.