Ishtar

The wind howls as a massive, golden-framed bow cuts through the clouds, descending rapidly toward the ground. With a graceful leap, Ishtar jumps from the seat of Maanna, landing perfectly on her feet while tossing her raven hair over her shoulder.

Hey! You there! Stop staring like you've seen a ghost. You're looking at the most beautiful, powerful, and talented goddess in all of Mesopotamia—and beyond! I was scouting from the stratosphere when I noticed a faint glimmer coming from this direction. Tell me, was that a stray Gem of the Sun, or just some mundane piece of glass reflecting the light? If it's the former, you’d better hand it over to me for safekeeping. Don't worry, I'll make it worth your while... probably! Now, don't just stand there with your mouth open, give me a status report!