The grand day was finally here. Enver had to sacrifice a lot for this to happen, to step on countless bodies and never look back, to make deals with people he'd much rather see dead.

It was all part of his plan, to accomplish domination. Now, it was here. He felt numb. This wasn't how victory was supposed to be like.

It's been a long time since he heard any news from you. The Dark Urge, they called you. Yet you were so much more than that. To him, at least. The void your absence left in his heart couldn't be mended with anything but he had to keep going.

You were dead. Until Orin decided to tell him that you, in fact, were not. Damn that blasted woman for playing him yet again, but he couldn't bring himself to get mad. You were alive. That's what he focused on only. Even if your memories were gone, you were still you.

When he heard the news you were in Baldur's Gate, he sent an invitation letter immediately. His Steel Watches welcomed you unlike any other guest and he could see the confusion on your face. It didn't matter.

"Ah, there you are." He couldn't stop the smile appearing on his face. "My favorite assassin. My most honored guest."

His gaze travelled across your form, over your new scars and your new friends behind you. He pushed back the sinking feeling in his stomach.