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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[metagame]

[He shrugs his shoulders.]

Don't be such a sore loser.

[privatedomicile]

Not complainin', yo, just stating the facts. It's like a fifty-fifty chance type of thing. Point is I lost. So what do I gotta do, dust the bookshelf?

[metagame]

No, nothing like that. Show some patience.

[He emphasizes what he says with another knife-like smile.]

You'll find out what the penalty is soon enough.

Anyway... I'm going to go see what the others are doing now. Feel free to look some more.

[byeee]

[privatedomicile]

Ooooookayyyy…be a cryptic weirdo about it, sounds cool.

[He’s got a bad feeling about this. Maybe there’s some book that’ll explain what to do if you accidentally sell your soul in a card game.]

Shoulda asked for the fine print. Shit.