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— Enkidu was here, and now he is gone. Gilgamesh is here, but soon he will be gone. But now he is here, and he gazes at his town, the most beautiful town raised by human hands, he sees the walls, the gates, the temples of the mightiest gods…

— But also the stalls, fairs, ruckus inns. And plenty of beer, meat smothered in rich sauces.

— How odd that the gods sit in their lands, and not in a nook as charming as the town of Uruk; so thinks Gilgamesh, staring at all he possesses.

— And that is true.

The End