Gilgamesh was already on the ship, taking a siesta on the back under the warm light of the sun. There was no rush, things would happen when things were supposed to happen. For now, he would just relax and hope whoever their captain was knew how to steer a boat smoothly.
Gil carried nothing, naturally, and yet he simultaneously had just about everything a man could need and much, much more. They were just in the Gate of Babylon, waiting for their king. He wasn't wearing much either, a vest with nothing underneath and shorts woven in an ancient style, even older than the era of knights and dragons that so many came from.
"Just sit down and wait for the other adventurers, mister." He pops open one eye and looks at Orcelito. "This stream surely leads to a river, and rivers only go one way. We'll find what we need downstream."
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Gil carried nothing, naturally, and yet he simultaneously had just about everything a man could need and much, much more. They were just in the Gate of Babylon, waiting for their king. He wasn't wearing much either, a vest with nothing underneath and shorts woven in an ancient style, even older than the era of knights and dragons that so many came from.
"Just sit down and wait for the other adventurers, mister." He pops open one eye and looks at Orcelito. "This stream surely leads to a river, and rivers only go one way. We'll find what we need downstream."