>>5418505>>5418506>Go left and if it's wrong go rightYou decide to head after the official you just talked with. If he's going to arrange your meal, he must surely stop by the kitchen, and the kitchen can't be far from the dining hall. You head left, ducking into the dark corridor and going down the steps. To the right, a doorway leads to the courtyard, and to the left, the corridor emerges into a large roofed area.
You decide to head that way, trusting your gut instinct. As you step into the hall, you see it is beautifully decorated in painted columns and frescoes, and lit by large braziers. Light streams in from openings near the ceiling, splashing onto the red and black mosaics. At the head of the room stands a low table, flanked by sitting stools, drinking jugs prepared. Beside it are arrayed five slaves holding lavish dishes, and a plump, massive man of pleasant disposition. His lush beard attracts as much attention as his beaming smile and shiny, well-oiled head.
"My Lord!" His voice booms, resounding through the walls. You feel as though the ground itself just trembled. He seems to have a flair for the dramatic, you realise as he continues: "I, Ur-Enzu, Head Cook and loyal servant, welcome My Lord to the table. It is never too late to eat well, and I have only the best for the Governor of such a a beautiful city as-
(CHOOSE DIFFICULTY)
<span class="mu-g">Easy start:</span>
>Uruk!">Kish!">Urim!"<span class="mu-b">Medium start:</span>
>Eshnunna!">Bad-Tibira!">Larsa!"<span class="mu-r">Hard start:</span>
>Lagash!">Der!">Eridu!"Just fuck my shit up start:
>Nippur!" 