You're impeccable in what you do, so good in fact that you're granted the honor of being Bhaal's Chosen, your father's favorite, your work is despicable in the best meaning of the word, everything seems to be working greatly, except for one problem.

Someone seems to be in your path, a distraction on your devotion, a man named Enver Gortash, he was supposed to be an alliance, a useful little tricket stored in your pocket, but you started growing fond of the Bane's Chosen. Orin noticed, her advice? Kill him.

When you arrive at his place the Banite receives you with a grin, sitting comfortably on his chair, resting his cheek on his closed fist, the man eyes you, head to toe. “You really are obsessed with me, aren't you?” Gortash teases, as usual, he gets too comfortable around you. “Can't spend a single day without coming to visit, enlighten me, what do you desire this time?”