At the sight of your familiar armor and shining blades on your belt as you step through the gateways of Wyrms Rock Fortress, Fists direct you to the ceremony chamber, stairs flattening out to reveal a shining room, laden with gold decor and crowds of nobles and the common-folk alike, your old companion standing in the centre of the room, dressed in finery with that smug smile plastered over his face. Steel watchers shift slightly as you move down the centre aisle, boots hammering against marble flooring before you reach the raised area where Gortash stands, Fists stepping forward to stop you before you can step up to face the man who betrayed you. As you glare at him harshly, a new scar cutting across your face from your hairline through your cheek, Orin’s final mark on you before you had, officially, become the favourite and only Bhaalspawn remaining, you notice the shimmering Netherstone pressed into his gauntlet, his other hand bare from the gaudish gold adornments, pale skin broken by a single ring. The black band wraps around his flesh tightly, deep red jewel inlaid in the metal. His ring. Your ring. The engagement ring you’d exchanged for one of your own, lost, of course, in the betrayal he had aided in.