>>5420267>"I see, but it is a hassle for a any city to deal with such things, and I assume that there will trouble if this is left unchecked.""That is true," the man admits, "and especially so for Holy Nippur, where the gods dispense gifts to travelers and pilgrims. Nevertheless, My Lord need not worry. My Lord's father ruled well and the people were content; there have been no signs that anything should change now. If My Lord wishes, I shall compile a report of the situation, and submit it for My Lord's review tomorrow. My Lord will wish to bring it up in the council, I am sure...?"
Another snippet of information. You imprint it into your growing memory of scenes and hints, but before you can answer, the procession arrives at a gatehouse, and turns into it. As you go under the massive walls, thicker than you could have imagined, you notice more scribes sitting in and around the gateway, taking notes, writing letters, and recording lists dictated to them by their customers. Once again you are washed with the sounds of many mouths conversing.
As soon as you are through, your routemaster comes to a halt. There is a second gate on your left, guarded by four sentries. Its gate is inlaid with bronze, painted white and red. On its sides, two sculpted men-at-arms stand guard, towering over you. The soldiers bow, and one approaches your palanquin.
"My Lord, welcome. Everything has been prepared for My Lord's inspection."
Word, it seems, travels fast.
>Order the bearers to set you down before you enter the barracks.>Have the man lead you in as you are.>Converse with the man.>WRITE-INswimmingpool time, see ya later suckers
