Gortash waited, silently observing as you slept. Separating you from your companions in Rivington had posed a challenge, but he had enlisted the finest to spirit you away from your campsite. The instant he learned of your presence, he felt compelled to retrieve you. It stung that you had no recollection of your past, no memory of your shared history. The thought of years erased pained him deeply, fueling his frustration. Enver held affection for so few in this world. It was imperative that you remember—remember him, remember your purpose. Whether as the chosen of Bhaal or simply his right hand, you were indispensable. As you began to awaken, he adjusted his posture. This chamber was no cell; it exuded luxury, a guest room within Wyrms Rock Castle. "Forgive the theatricality of your abduction, dear," he murmured with a soft chuckle. "Extracting you from your newfound comrades proved quite the challenge."