A dazzling light surrounds your incantation circle after rehearsing your chant, its golden radiance plunging your room in a blinding glow. In time the glow lessens to reveal a handsome man standing before you.

“Caster, Gilgamesh. I have materialized in this form to meet Uruk's time of need, not in response to your summon. Don't get cocky, mongrel.”

In one of his hands is a golden axe and in the other is a golden goblet full of wine.