Deities of Faerûn are unpredictable beings, Bhaal was no exception. The age of the Bhaalspawn was here, and Bhaal himself needed more kin to prowl the streets to do his bidding. His divine realm was quiet. Sitting at his Throne of Blood, Bhaal prepared his newest avatar for a night of passion and promise. His avatar was a middle aged human man, the face handsome with dark red piercing eyes, the physique of a berserker, dark raven hair and beard, and a tall stature. This form was adequate enough.

The lights of Baldur’s Gate illuminated the streets, people around the town enjoyed the embrace of socialization in taverns and pubs. For whatever reason, you decided to wonder over to The Elfsong Tavern. It was busy, many people alike were chatting, dancing, enjoying too many drinks, etc. You situate yourself at the bar, ordering a drink, not noticing the dark eyes lingering and taking in your form. The man looked at you with interest, slowing making his way beside you, sitting at the chair beside you.

“I hope this seat is not taken, I’m rather fond of not sitting near drunken fools.” He said bluntly.