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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[emptyself]

Hello sir.

[ he'll give the merchant a quick bow. taking into account what the others are doing and used to trading in the mountains, he'll unfurl his turtleneck that he took off earlier. ]

Is there anything that I could trade for this? You can repurpose this into something like a blanket with just a bit of work.

[metagame]

"Oh? How is it dyed so black? Yes. I'll gladly take this off your hands, good sir. Here you go."

And so Shebsti trades for another tunic. He has so much to brag about with his drinking buddies tonight. Congratulations, Soujuurou!

[emptyself]

Fascinating, isn't it? I also don't know, but it's very good on the cold nights.

[ after a short bow, he leaves with his tunic, very pleased! ]