What was the green-haired goddess viewing at the time of her decision? The Hero Gilgamesh had returned to Uruk, ordered the fashioning of a new city gate using the acquired cedar, and washed the filth from his body. Huwawa's blood stained his weapons, so he cleaned them. A clean robe and cloak were required to suit his kingly visage with this new title of Hero, so he took some time perusing his garbs. Only the most luxurious of garments would do. Naturally, he littered his body with jewelry of gold and lapis lazuli, adorning his neck, wrists, ears and so-on. He tied back his hair and placed a crown atop his head before taking his throne. His appearance, his demeanor, his very aura were all the epitome of the word splendid. Moreover, he was on top of the world.

What of Enkidu? Well, the banquet was over. The pair had enjoyed their meal of victory, with the victory itself fresh in their minds and fresh on their clothes. As such, Enkidu was off enjoying their time elsewhere in the Citadel of Uruk. Perhaps they were indulging, while King Gilgamesh merely basked in his own glory. The blonde male was on top of the world, both physically and metaphorically. What could go wrong now? The way he saw it, nothing at all. Everything was simply... perfect, as if he'd been back in his original world and being named the #1 player on Earth all over again.