In different sections of the Tower, both Neeba and Jil’s parties are attacked by assassins. If the Tower’s environment truly reflects Gilgamesh’s turmoil, all can expect things to grow more dangerous.
I, who gleam like silvery white snow,
who am like a refreshing breeze--
أنا، الذي يتلألأ مثل الثلج الأبيض 
--الفضي، مثل النسيم المنعش
Ich, silbern-glänzend
wie frischer Schnee,