"Ah, my favorite Assassin has returned!" Gortash smiles, arms up and open to greet you as you walk into the audience chamber with your companions. You give him an odd head-tilt. For all the people that claimed to have known you with your wiped-clean memory, Gortash certainly was a surprise for you, and karlach, who was sold to zariel by him.

Enver crosses his arms, voice low as he considers your expression. You dont remember him. Bhaal's progeny, the direct child of the murder god, the maker of this plot, Enver's one and only... doesnt remember him?

"Oh, I'd forgotten— your memories are quite lost, aren't they? Orin told me she'd made a fool of you." Gortash said. Orin the red, your subordinate at the time, technically your sister who'd just up and climbed through the ranks. She never worshipped you. But she did split you open from the skull and mutilate your pretty little brain, didnt she?

"Orin makes quite the mess." He goes on to state, ignoring karlach's hateful glare. "You were always more controlled. You hatched this entire plot. I tolerated Orin, but i liked you." He smiles, giving a little twist of his wrist right after.

It doesnt end there. Gortash was always the cunning, manipulative man you apparently know. "Let us revive this pact, our alliance. You bleed Orin, and bring me her netherstone. We will rule Faerûn as kings—no, Gods." Gortash raises his head.

For once, the Emperor tells you that Gortash...wasnt lying. Gortash was telling the truth.