The genie tilts her head, as if struggling to answer the question. "It's not so much a where... as a when, Master."
"Then.. when?" you ask, already afraid of the answer.
"Oh... about three thousand years before your time."
Realising her power, you don't scream out your shock and outrage in her face. But you sincerely want to. The different details you picked up on but ignored now make it seem obvious. Despite it's opulence, everything looked man-made and reliant on humans to work. The absence of light switches and electricity making you groan that you didn't notice.
In the interior rooms, they were lit with naked flames in braziers. The ornate torches were more than decorative. They were... are?... the peak of this age's technology. As you walk, you see the script on the walls. With a quickly hidden gasp, you realise you can now read arabic.
You're also speaking it fluently to the genie, and to any staff who dare to address you with a greeting.
"That's... the when..." you asks unsteadily, "But the where?" you ask.
"Yours is the greatest palace in the fertile lands. To the north-west you have Uruk, and to the south, there's Ur."
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