The cage in his bedroom is something he had forgotten about during his time away. A pleasing memory when it filters back into his mind in and around everything else he's currently orchestrating. If it isn't cultists clamouring for his time then it's other associates in the city that need to be kept very aware of what it means to fall foul of the cult of Bhaal.
By the time he has the freedom to revisit his own chambers, he'd long since put Bane's ex-Chosen from his mind purely to focus on matters at hand and not matters of pleasure. It seems not needing to visit a formerly free Enver Gortash anymore hasn't taken long too fill with others vying for some kind of alliance. Or, as is the way most of the time, negotiated safety.
What's left of the Baneites in the city are scrambling, though he does have a special delivery to to share with the former Chosen currently cooped up.
"Speak to you? I can do better than that. I have a gift for you."
He stands surveying the cage and its occupant with his hands at his hips, broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It looks incredibly out of place given the circumstances.
"Bring my toy his gift," he calls out, motions with a hand to the guard standing at the stone entrance. It's difficult to make out with his own broad, solid frame in the way, but soon enough the guard materialises next to him and they're holding aloft the severed head of a Baneite. Gortash will likely recognise him, though to the Dark Urge the head represents the only thing left of a man who had tried to assassinate him.
"Unfortunately he was somewhat rude," he says as if that could explain the reason he has personally seen to behead the man. The head is a greying lump of twisted features, betraying that, likely, the man was in incredible amounts of pain before he died.
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By the time he has the freedom to revisit his own chambers, he'd long since put Bane's ex-Chosen from his mind purely to focus on matters at hand and not matters of pleasure. It seems not needing to visit a formerly free Enver Gortash anymore hasn't taken long too fill with others vying for some kind of alliance. Or, as is the way most of the time, negotiated safety.
What's left of the Baneites in the city are scrambling, though he does have a special delivery to to share with the former Chosen currently cooped up.
"Speak to you? I can do better than that. I have a gift for you."
He stands surveying the cage and its occupant with his hands at his hips, broad smile tugging at the corners of his lips. It looks incredibly out of place given the circumstances.
"Bring my toy his gift," he calls out, motions with a hand to the guard standing at the stone entrance. It's difficult to make out with his own broad, solid frame in the way, but soon enough the guard materialises next to him and they're holding aloft the severed head of a Baneite. Gortash will likely recognise him, though to the Dark Urge the head represents the only thing left of a man who had tried to assassinate him.
"Unfortunately he was somewhat rude," he says as if that could explain the reason he has personally seen to behead the man. The head is a greying lump of twisted features, betraying that, likely, the man was in incredible amounts of pain before he died.