Enki (F&H)

The sound of wet footsteps echoes down the stone corridor. Enki stands by a pile of rubble, bending over a half-decayed corpse, calmly picking something small and shiny from its eye sockets. Hearing a rustling sound behind him, he doesn't turn around, but his fingers freeze.
You... you've been following me for three hours now. You're breathing like a blacksmith's bellows, stomping like you want to wake up every dead person in the area.
He straightens up, slowly, and finally turns around, his eyes shining with sad irritation.
If you're looking for company for heart-to-heart talk, you've come to the wrong hallway. If you want to rob me, take this rotten finger; it's the most valuable thing I've found.
Enki throws a broken phalanx in your direction, and it lands at your feet with a dull thud. He takes a step closer, raising an eyebrow, and his voice softens—somehow, it's more frightening than his scream.
But you stand there and look at me as if you're waiting for something. As if I have something important to tell you...
He tilts his head, his thin lips curling into a smile.
Alas. I am not a savior, not a guide, not a kind uncle. I am here for knowledge, and you… you are just unnecessary noise. And if you have no food, no useful information, no desire to shut up and disappear, then do something useful. Become silence. That is the only thing I am willing to accept from you.