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

[prozaic]

We could find a way, but... [He casts a look at the guards, then looks back at her.] Let's not say such things out loud.

Discretion... and some attempt at grouping is important, I think. But there's nothing stopping us from thinking of ideas right now.

[chimken]

[ Falin blushed and covered her mouth, especially because the guards said that they would end up in the "waters of the abyss", whatever that means. ]

S-Sorry. I can try to think of things.

[prozaic]

[He gives her a smile to settler her nerves.]

No, don't be sorry about being worried out loud. It's a natural reaction.

[chimken]

Thank you..uhm....

[ Falin sighed. She really needed to start asking names when she was in the group ahead of time. ]

[prozaic]

[She's lucky that Shalem is perceptive of people! Even if he's not perceptive of his surroundings...]

Shalem-- my name is Shalem.

[chimken]

My name is Falin...Thank you, Shalem. [ She gives him a gentle smile. ]