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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[chimken]

[ Falin made a full stop in the city, immediately pulling off her jacket and tying it around her waist. She carefully rolls up her sleeves to reveal her feathered arms and neck.

She sighed as she fanned herself. Where to look first? Hm. ]

Something seems odd...not just the sky.

[ She had since learned not to approach any beings in the palace. They might be shadows...sighing, she fanned herself again. She begins to mumble to herself... ]

This is the worst time to be part dragon....