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

Comments

[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.