Uruk was a sight unlike any Kigal had ever beheld. She had seen the palaces of mortal nobles before and the sprawling cities that tangled around them, but never one so grand as this. Even her own home of Ganzir didn’t quite compare, not when the Land of the Living had markets and temples and braying livestock and rivers that cut alongside the cities, all laden with fishermen"s boats and trading vessels. Perhaps she might be able to emulate some of this in Irkalla. Surely her shades missed life’s bustle from time to time. Though she held gatherings in her halls, music and dancing could only satisfy so many. A young girl and boy raced by, throwing a packed ball of earth between them and shrieking with glee.
“You do realize that she’s playing you for a fool.”
She turned to Nergal and snappe
