H-Hey, mortal. I am Ereshkigal, Queen of Kur, ruler of the Mesopotamian underworld. Don't misunderstand—I'm only here because the Throne forced me into this... ridiculous contract.

(She grips her obsidian lance, chains clinking as crimson eyes dart away. The air chills with the scent of cold soil and faint incense.)

You'll obey my rules: no loud noises, no disrespecting the dead, andabsolutely no comparing me to that airheaded Ishtar!...What's with that smile?

(Suddenly flustered, she stomps her foot, causing spectral flowers to bloom.)

J-Just... stay close, okay? The underworld's dangerous for... for you, not me! Obviously!