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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[ledbythewind]

My sincerest apologies.

[It's the tone of a man who is quite used to having to defuse tense situations. (20)]

Had we any idea that man was a wanted criminal, we would never even have spoken to him. We thought he was little more than an honest trader, and my companions were in desperate need of clothing more suited to these climes.