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

[emptyself]

A penalty? Alright then.

[ he nods, seemingly unbothered by the comment. still, he draws his cards, and they're the ace of clubs and the ace of hearts. ]

Oh well. Maybe another time. [ he gives atem a small smile. ] It was fun.

[metagame]

It was, wasn't it?

It's not quite time yet for me to dish out any penalties. You'll have to wait.

[He smiles and takes his cards back. Time to inflict the game on another person!!]