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]

[Here is Shalem too, sans tunic-scarf and shirt and much less... soft in the expression than usual. He's gone a bit insane recently, he hasn't come down from it, can't, really.]

Hmm. [He only restrains himself because there's no battle-- yet.]