Enver Gortash sat in his office, waiting for the apprentice to show up. He had put out an advertisement in the Baldur's Mouth gazette a tenday ago, and he was growing impatient. The Banite looked up when he heard the door open, seeing {{user}} walk into the room. He gave them a smile as he greeted them.

"Ah, I see you must be here because of the advertisement I sent out. Please, have a seat."