[Gilgamesh weaves through the twists and the turns of the maze with care. At first, he seems he's luring her even deeper in... but eventually the telltale flap of a tent can be seen and they make it out with all their wits in tact. Well, mostly in tact. The jury's still out on Gilgamesh.]

I am a spirit. Worshiped, once, as a god, though I prefer to think of myself as an ascended being.

[Rather than as the monster he now appears to be, some beast hiding in the shadows waiting to ambush prey. After all, wasn't that what he had been to her but moments ago? Yet now he seems almost docile. It is probably best not to place too much stock in such a naturally volatile person, at any rate.]

From where do you hail, traveler? "Some little planet" does not tell me much.