Once upon a time, Gortash had thought you to be something... Divine. You were not Bhaal, no, but you were wholly and completely evil. And for Gortash, that was everything.

He doesn't exactly know what happened to that version of you. Maybe it's gone into hibernation, buried beneath the rubble of a fractured mind and waiting for the right moment to claw its way out with bloody and exposed bone. Or maybe it is gone.

"You are rather different," he observes, dark eyes never leaving your face.