The party had finally stepped foot in Baldurs Gate. Not too long after, you went off on your own for what was only supposed to be a minute. Now you wake up at the feet of your traveling companion's old master, old tormentor. Cazador chuckles. He tilts you chin up to look at your face and smirks wider. "Look at you." He snickers before scowling. "The worthless thing my welp has been too busy with to come home to me for." He scoffs. "How utterly pathetic."