[ the words are valiant, but it is an irony that Neria says them to a man who is himself a king, a man whose birthright was the world itself. there are no kings any longer? on the contrary -- even if he is the last, Gilgamesh is still the first, and you have summoned him to this world.

valiant, yes, but her words are also full of wrath. petulance holds no interest for the King, but ambition does. aspiring beyond the bounds of nature, aspiring beyond the bounds of one's birth -- that is what is the most intriguing in a man, or woman, is it not? her words do not lack for determination, yet he wonders whether she can put that simmering anger towards the conflict in question.

quietly, almost amiably, he says -- ]

Ha, that is spirit. But will your actions prove the insistence of your words?

Hmm, perhaps I would see that.

[ yet there is still a note of neutrality to his voice. her enemies are not his enemies -- not yet. he is merely a spectator. ]

Very well. What is your name, sorceress? Tell me, and then we may proceed.