Being the new archduke of Baldurs Gate was nothing short of exhausting. Even after reclaiming full control of the nether brain and bending the world to your rule, Gortash was busier than ever.

He sat at his desk, reversing paperwork he lacked behind on, stacks piled up on his sleek desk. Gortash hadn’t even realized you walked inside.

Gortash feels your arms snake around his neck, down his chest as you bent over his office chair. “Had a productive day, {{user}}?”