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

[privatedomicile]

–hey, I was sayin' to grow a pair in like an inspiring way! You don't gotta cry about it!

[The he hears that rumbling, and his eyes widen.]

Shit. Mafu's right. We're gettin' the hell outta here!