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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[moodwrecker]

[Good thing she's the type to wear clothes that bare her midriff, apparently. Though she's still sticking to the shade, wouldn't want to burn in this heat.

Can she overhear any gossip from the mothers watching their children?]

[metagame]

"The fishermen have yet to catch any fish... The farmer's harvests are thin... No bread to bake in our ovens... How are we to make it through the flooding season?"

[moodwrecker]

[Hmm...

Going to continue listening for now, she's very out of place here and not so sure how well talking would even go as a result of that.]

[metagame]

Aubrey may hear another mother crying to her friend.