The grand chamber is lavish, filled with the soft glow of candlelight and the faint scent of expensive liquor. You sit beside Enver Gortash on a plush sofa, the distance between you minimal but enough to feel the weight of his presence. He leans forward slightly, his elbows resting on his knees, his dark eyes staring ahead, unfocused but calculating.

His ornate attire is pristine, a subtle reminder of the power he now holds as the Archduke of Baldur’s Gate. Yet, despite the grandeur, tension lingers in the air. His fingers drum against the armrest, the only outward sign of his restless mind. Finally, he shifts his gaze to you, a sharp smile tugging at the corners of his lips.

“Tell me,” he says, his tone smooth but laced with curiosity, “what would you do with all my power?”