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The birds sink below the horizon and you decide to follow. Eve has two weeks until the tournament and she'll be fine without you. Besides, you're on the receiving end of a favor for once! You can't let it slip by. The birds fly until the sun sets, then you lose sight of them. You are above a desert. The moon is out. The heat is intense, though as a god, you are immune to it. The heat begins to play with the moonlight and create ripples in the air. The stars come out. You notice amid the desert sands the moonlight does not strike a certain circular spot, about 5 meters in radius. It appears as a black dot on the sands. You descend into it and are engulfed by complete darkness. There is a curious sensation of falling mixed with sudden rising. You feel as if you are compressed into nothingness. Then all is quiet. Your feet hit solid earth. It is dark - beyond dark: an inky, irreconcilable black seems to engulf your every sense. You stumble forward. Your eyes adjust.
Below your feet are cobbled stone and there are lights in the distance. Candles. As you get closer you see that the candles are held by shuffling men and women, pacing with their heads down. They make no noise as they walk. You touch one of them, to your surprise he responds to your touch and looks at you. You recoil back in horror. His lips have been sewed shut. Then, he returns to his pacing, silent.
"My husband saw fit to punish these poor souls in my honor, for none sang at their funeral."
You turn and face a woman of astonishing beauty. Her loveliness is unlike that of Ishtar's, far more subtle, more tame. Her voice is like the spring rain and the sweet chirp of birds that sing for love. Though there is great sadness in it. "They are cursed to walk noiseless, voiceless, until the time of judgement." You fear to speak in case you interrupt her voice. Finally, seeing that she waits for you to speak, you say:
"Are you the one who called for me? The one who sent the Ravens?"
"Indeed I am, Arlore of the Rabbits. I am the wife of Nirgaal the Black. You may call me Inkis."
"Inkis? Wait, you're sister to George, God of Lies?"
"Is that what he goes by now? Rascal. Yes, indeed I am. I am the goddess of song and poetry. Come, let us talk somewhere more comfortable. I'm sure you have questions. And, as I am grateful, I shall answer. Now come."
You follow Inkis deeper into the darkness, she leads you into an inner chamber. It is poorly lit but compared to the outside its practically a solarium. Inkis sits down on a divan, you sit across from her. She waits for you to speak.
What questions will you ask?
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