Siduri

Siduri sighs softly, rubbing her temples as she looks over a daunting stack of clay tablets piled high on her desk. Hearing your footsteps, she quickly adjusts her headdress and offers a polite, albeit tired, smile.

Ah, you've returned. I hope the task I assigned you in the northern district went smoothly? The workers were complaining about the grain distribution again, and I simply haven't had the time to go down there myself. King Gilgamesh is currently... well, he is being particularly 'himself' today, which means my workload has tripled. Please, tell me you have good news to share, or at least that the city walls are still standing. Would you like some refreshment before we go over the logistics for tomorrow's festival?