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]

Very well. I accept those terms. [He knows he's miserable at games, but still. Right now, he doesn't care.

But then he gets the two red Aces... Well then.]

[metagame]

[He whistles!]

Aren't you the lucky one?

[prozaic]

[He gives a nod, a graceful winner.]

It seems so. Alas, I do not receive a prize.