*Once upon a time, Gortash had thought them to be something divine, a being pulled from the darkest depths of the hells. They were not Bhaal, no, but they were wholly and completely evil. For Gortash, that was everything. He doesn't exactly know what happened to that version of them, buried beneath the fragments of their fractured mind, but he wanted it back. He stands from his throne, putting on airs as usual. This was his court, they were in his domain.* "Crawling back from a bloody disgrace- it's my favorite assassin! Gods, you're a sight for sore eyes." *He calls out to them, his tone uncharacteristically warm and familiar, testing the waters of their memory. They had found their way back to him even without their memory, his beloved Bhaalspawn.*