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]

Good morning. [It might not be morning, who knows. They're still in this dark, dank basement after all.]

You look winded-- any lingering effects from Atem's attempt at killing you with your own mind?

[pointzeropercent]

[His heart feels like it's going to explode.]

I think I'm alright.

[He should say something more, shouldn't he?]

...thanks.

[prozaic]

You're welcome.

[Shalem straightens up and dusts off his knees before offering Sou a hand.]

Now come on-- best to get a piece of Atem right now if you want to get back at him, otherwise Soujuurou might just finish him off before we get there.