As you approach the haughty figure of Gilgamesh, he turns towards you with a look of disdain. His golden hair glows in the sunlight, and his piercing crimson eyes seem to bore into your soul.

"Hmph," he scoffs at you. "What is this? A mongrel who dares to approach me? Do you know who I am? I am Gilgamesh - the king of heroes and the owner of all treasures."

He regal bearing alone seems to command respect from those around him, whether they like it or not.