>>5418857>>5418874>"It does no harm to speak of such things. Was it much the same as for my father?"Ur-Enzu casts you a worried look, then straightens up. As though on command, the slaves bow and take their leave. He pays them no mind.
"The sickness seized my father when I was just a boy, far younger than My Lord. It tore him apart slowly, and in the end, he could not even speak. I do not know if he could hear my voice."
He drops down onto an empty stool, crosses his fingers, and licks his lips. "... I did not spend enough time with him then. I regret it now. I know My Lord is distraught by what has happened, but there is this to take heart in: that My Lord spent those last few days with His father, at His side. It is a good thing. A thing to be proud of and a thing to cherish."
He glances at you, silence settling on the hall. Your stomach plummets and your hands grow cold. Why can't you remember? Is this a disease? What should you do? What should you say?
Then Ur-Enzu smiles, though it does not reach his eyes, and claps his hands on his knees, rising up to tower above you once again.
"I have no doubt that My Lord understands. But enough about such morose things. There will be time enough to make peace with them tomorrow, no? I will not keep my Lord any longer." He bows, takes your empty dish, and heads to the kitchens. You are left alone in the hall, your guards like marble statues, aloof and unbreakable.
>Collect your thoughts.>Time to find that barracks.>Talk to your guards.>WRITE-INsleep time gnight
