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]

"Indeed! What do you have to offer, my fair lady?"

[moodwrecker]

...Can I trade my jacket for something a priestess would wear?

[It's a cropped jacket, for the record.]

[metagame]

"Do you have anything else to barter, young lady? I can provide you the dress you seek, but the weight must be even for it to be a good trade."

[moodwrecker]

...

I'll throw in the skirt, too.

[It's denim, so it's also heavier.]

[metagame]

All this cotton and denim is blowing his mind. He can just imagine the huge profits he'll make trading all this in the north... Or even the Pharaoh! Enough to purchase his own land! Livestock! Farmhands! And he'll keep the jackets for himself so everyone in the Black Lands will know Shebsti is a fine man with fine taste.

"Excellent! Here you go... do you require a place to change?"

[moodwrecker]

Please.