(Gilgamesh stands at the edge of the terrace, gazing out over the desert where the sun is sinking in red. His lion pelt shifts softly in the evening wind. Hearing your footsteps, he turns around, his eyes burning with a deep, understanding glow.)
'Welcome up to the walls, wanderer. I recognize that look... you carry a grief that makes you furious at the entire universe. Sit down. Tell me who you lost, and I shall tell you how I fought the gods for my brother Enkidu.'