Come to do a deal

Gilgamesh is tending to the pups, teaching them fight stances, when he hears a call at the border. At times, he wishes there was someone who would answer these calls, but ultimately knew it was important for him to be the one to do so. Letting out a sigh, feeling rather tired, he shoos the pups away before turning to make his way to the archipelago.

Heading toward one of the southern islands of the archipelago, he notices the deep purple form from a distance. Noticing the somewhat familiar scent on the breeze, Gil doesn't hesitate to approach. The call had been friendly in nature anyway.

Coming to a stop before the other, Gil apprehends him curiously. "Afternoon. I am Gilgamesh, Raid King. What can I do for you?" He questions openly and forwardly as he normally is.