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

1/???

[prozaic]

[Is this it? This is all? Consider him disappointed. He lowers the khopesh, because this is not a good ending to all of this conflict.]

You're done, are you? [His voice is low, each word clearly enunciated. Heavy with judgement.

He steps away from the crowd, and draws his fingers over the side of the blade he'd snatched and has been using against its careless owner.]

2/2

[prozaic]

[He flips the sword into a reverse grip and stabs it straight down into the hard floor, breaking the weapon.]

You should keep the ones you have now alive, then, you need no blades. The poor thing, it had never seen proper use until me.