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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[ledbythewind]

[... oh. It's hot, and having multiple layers is not pleasant; unlike some of the others, however, Richard makes no move to take anything beyond his cape and outer cropped jacket off, folding them up neatly to drape over his arm.

That done, he decides to wander a little closer to the guards to see if he can overhear anything interesting, putting on a show of being enchanted by their baboons as though he's never seen anything quite like that before (he hasn't, to be honest).]

[cleansewithfire]

[ Before Richard goes off: ]

Mr. Richard, can you come here for a moment?

[ledbythewind]

[He blinks, but he'll walk over as instructed. What's this all about?]

[cleansewithfire]

[ Sunrise takes off the shawl wrapped around her head and tiptoes to try and wrap it around Richard instead, as a headscarf. ]

You should shield your head, especially if you are not used to this kind of heat.

[ledbythewind]

[Icon directly relevant--

It ends up looking sort of like a haphazard turban instead, but you know what, that's fine. It will do the job! He even bends down a little to make it easier for her to wrap it.]

I'm used to the breeze off the sea in Barona... the air here feels stifling indeed.

[This must be what Strahta is like, he supposes.]

[cleansewithfire]

It reminds me a little of home.

[ The South, where a large chunk of the continent is just sand and it's hot everywhere.

...She also looks kind of proud of her handiwork. ]

[metagame]

The baboons do not like being watched. They bare their teeth at Richard much to the disdain of their handlers who are trying to have a conversation. The guardsmen choose to ignore this, though. Weird looking as Richard is, he doesn't appear to be doing anything wrong.

"Masahert from the greater temple told me the other day that neither Pharaoh or the great priests have brought by offerings to the Gods in weeks..."

"Then the lesser priests should do their jobs and act in their stead."

"That's the thing! They haven't received anything to offer either."

[ledbythewind]

[Hmm. Offerings to the Gods? It sounds like this must be a regular and expected thing, then...

He'll take a couple of steps back in the hope of getting the baboons to calm down a bit, though he's remaining alert to see what else he can hear.]

[bloodweapon]

[Fray's here too; he's going to join Richard in listening in on this conversation and not pissing off the baboons, that sounds like a good plan.]

[metagame]

"But we're bringing in so much food from the northern lands... Surely the Pharaoh isn't keeping that all to himself?"

"Well, it's not going to the temples or villagers."

[bloodweapon]

[Huh, curious... Do they have anything else relevant to say?]

[metagame]

Not really, as they start to complain about their long shift. Maybe it's best to go.

[ledbythewind]

[Hey buddy. We're just totally normal tourists, don't mind us!]

[bloodweapon]

[Totally normal, nothing to see here!!]