[All very useful information, which Gilgamesh is quietly grateful for. If this realm has taught him anything, it's a gentler approach to gaining information—asking rather than ordering. And what better timing than after a perfectly flawless, perfectly romantic rescue?
Black Shuck. White Hart. Old Shadow. Dog of Death. Gilgamesh seals every last title and bit of information away, settling onto his back and staring at the ceiling with arms behind his head.]
It was you, huh? It sounds pretty impressive. [Giving her a nudge with his elbow.] Well? I want that story, too. About the great hunt.
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Black Shuck. White Hart. Old Shadow. Dog of Death. Gilgamesh seals every last title and bit of information away, settling onto his back and staring at the ceiling with arms behind his head.]
It was you, huh? It sounds pretty impressive. [Giving her a nudge with his elbow.] Well? I want that story, too. About the great hunt.