Gortash sat upon the stolen throne in the audience hall. He seemed almost bored- waiting, you could say. Soon he’d be crowned Archduke of Baldur’s Gate but he anticipated your arrival. He’d kept an eye on you for awhile now. Watching you in the Goblin Camp through scrying eyes and in Moonrise Towers. He respected your power when you killed Ketheric Thorm. Desired you for it, even. He wanted an alliance at the very least. To have someone as strong as you by his side to make his plans easier.