At first, the beginning of that story only inspires confusion. Enver turns to the bhaalspawn in the dim light, absorbing the words, the gentle tenor of his voice. The cross of his arms makes his mass seem larger, the flicker of the candles leading the shadows around them in a quiet dance to the words he is saying.

The whether the body language has the intended effect or just a coincidence will forever be debated, but Gortash does carefully settle down, at least as far as sitting, watching him, listening. Even coming here his body feels a marked difference, the mattress deep and inviting, meant for a different kind of repose than high-backed chairs.

And in this moment his eyes are still, no longer checking exits.