The City of the Specter, Atem's Palace

[metagame]

The corpse sinks to the floor
Even the brightest gold, even the sharpest blade
Becomes sand, becomes dust

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[prozaic]

Ah, it's warm! [That's a rare joyous exclamation from Shalem, before he removes his jacket and stretches. Flexes his arms, sleeves straining with his muscles. Is this the first time many people have seen him without some sort of outerwear? Well, now you know he's jacked as shit.

He is quite pleased, obviously. Of course, this is indeed hot, but to someone like him? Oh he's going to soak up the sun for as long as he can, especially given what the temperatures are like in the Nekyia proper. Sorry guys. He's just being a snake.

But he'll pull his weight-- time to investigate! He's heading off to strike conversation with the fishermen.]

[townmusician]

[WHY DOES THE SNAKE HAVE SO MANY MUSCLES?]

...Well, at least you won't have to worry about [what did he say it was again??] brumation? This place is a lot warmer than Yoon's palace.

[He might be alarmed by the muscles but at least he's polite enough not to stare directly at his biceps for this entire conversation. Anyways he's shuffling off to the market haha byeeeee]

[prozaic]

[oh ok Bye Haruka...]

[townmusician]

[sorry shalem he's dying...]

[ledbythewind]

[O h]

[prozaic]

[uwu Don't look he's shy-- no.]

[metagame]

The fishermen are hard at work, though they're bringing empty nets back to shore. Shalem may overhear some fishermen complaining about it. Others seem quite upset.