[Achilles can guess from whose liberality such a gift comes before the cold metallic chirp of his jewelry even finishes reading off Gilgamesh's message. He beholds the tome with quiet wonder, for nothing like it yet exists where he is from, and although he cannot discern any meaning from the strands of strange characters he spends some time fluttering through its pages.

Soon enough will he seek the king of Uruk: Achilles had scarcely seen him since the battle in which wave-ruling Ryba was vanquished. Here comes a solid knock upon the door, and a friendly voice without.]

Glorious Gilgamesh - it is Achilles, come to see how fare you at the close of this campaign. I have received your most generous gift and therefore wish to give my thanks and delight in your company.