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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[metagame]

"Of course it's hot, child. Look at you, you're dressed as if the North Star rises tomorrow!"

The merchant stares at the scarf Sou's holding and the jacket around his waist.

[pointzeropercent]

Ahaha...I really am, aren't I?

[He is the worst at blending in here.]

Got any advice for how to cool down?

[metagame]

"How about we trade? Your scarf for my fine linens? You won't find anything better than them in the market. Even the Great Priests themselves come to barter with me for my fabrics. They say to me, O Shebsti, Beloved by us Priests and the Pharaoh himself, may we offer you barrels of wine for yards of your linen? And I say to them, yes! Of course! My good friends, how could I deny you?"

This is very much a lie.

[pointzeropercent]

It's a good deal, but I need to hold onto my scarf. A good friend of mine gave it to me.

[It holds a bit too much sentimental value to him.]

However, if you would like my coat, I'm willing to trade that.

[metagame]

"Hmm... Hmm... It's a deal!"

Congratulations, Sou. You're now in possession of one (1) linen tunic. Yay???

[pointzeropercent]

[This will surely come in handy later.]