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]

The Pharaoh, I presume. [He looks right at Argenti for this. He'll tell him later what exactly he means by that... he'll tell everyone, when they have reconvened. Then he turns back to the fishermen.]

The Pharaoh trespassed upon the gods-- he will have to make up for his mistakes, am I right?

[He swishes his tail on the ground. He doesn't want to have to fight Atem to make the man come to his senses, though.]

[metagame]

"That little sparrow? Ha! He'll have to do more than that to please the gods," Heni scoffs at the idea.

"Heni! Still your tongue before it ruins you," says the older fisherman.

"Then let a quarrelsome man such as myself be ruined! You know I speak the truth, Bakkhons. Do you not yearn for Pharaoh Akhnamkhanen's rule? The fish were plenty and our duty secure."

[beautifulknight]

[ Argenti blinks when Shalem looks at him not quite understanding...but whatever explanation he might have, he will indeed await for it later, instead turning his attention back to these peeps.

Pharoahs and the like are beyond him, so while they are having the spat, he asks: ]

...What would he have to do?

[metagame]

It's Bakkhons who speaks to Argenti instead, "I am no priest... But in times like these... the Pharaoh should travel the Black River for daily offerings and pray for forgiveness to the Gods in every temple in every village..."

"And fast! If we're all to starve, then so should he! The Gods will only understand our plight through him," adds Heni.