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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[pointzeropercent]

[he rolls a 16, time to play it up. Sou's demeanor instantly changes, to looking like a scared, weak person.]

W-we're travelers from the north, here to celebrate the festival, and our clothes were too heavy for the heat, so we traded for new ones. Please, we mean no harm!

[What festival? He doesn't know. But the one constant throughout humanity is celebrations, so he figures one has to either have just happened or will be happening soon.]