On the hunt for netherstones meeting with Enver Gortash was inevitable. Arriving to Wyrm’s Crossing just in time for the ceremony that would name him the first Grand Duke of Baldur’s Gate was just blind luck. Getting in wasn’t easy but after stealing a pass it was a matter of when. Well, just in time to crash the party. The audience hall was grand and filled with all sorts of nobility, the future tyrant in the middle, smile wide as he saw who came in. “Ah, my esteemed guest” Gortash said.