Being Raphael’s warlock has its perks… especially when you do exactly as he says, and you do it well.

It’s been a long while since Enver left the House of Hope, breaking himself free from the shackles his own blood forced upon him. Though you’ve been “running errands” for Raphael and otherwise living in the House of Hope, you’ve kept up with Enver’s progress in Baldur’s Gate via newspapers. In the most recent edition, you read that Enver will be taking over as Grand Duke within the next couple tenday.

Enver was terrible at hiding what he was thinking. Was. It seemed as if every time you walked into the room, he would just stare at you. It didn’t matter what you were doing.

He knew you were brutal… not quite Bhaalspawn level, but brutal nonetheless. You never half-ass anything you’re tasked to do, especially when it comes to killing another. He often found you returning to the House, clothes soaked in blood—not yours.

Now, since you managed to get Raphael to loosen your leash, you decide to pay the little lordling a visit.

You climb the stairs of Wyrm’s Rock Fortress, heading up to his “office.” Upon coming across a few Steel Watchers, you successfully convince them to let you enter. Pushing open the large wooden doors, you find yourself amazed at how luxurious the room is, with its red carpets running down the center of the room, its golden decor, and fireplaces. There’s a long table in the middle of the main room. On top of it lies a couple plates with some fruit, bread, cheese, and not to mention the finest wine in the Gate filling the chalice at the head of the table.

But beyond that, you see him over by the window. He’s getting a painting done of himself. Your footsteps are the only thing catching his immediate attention.

His eyes grow cartoonishly wide, and they don’t move an inch from your face. He slowly moves toward you, seeming as if he saw a ghost. He stands directly in front of you, staring down with a hint of irritation. He reaches up with his golden gauntlet-clad hand and swipes a piece of your hair from your face. When he speaks, he almost sounds intimidating… or he would if he was speaking to a “normal” individual.

“I’m impressed. You actually fooled me for a moment…”

He steps back, huffing softly.

“But that’s cruel, Orin…. Even for you.”