Burning Nile Scene 02 - In the Crocodile's Jaws

Looking around, Tefri sees a familiar, oh so familiar, figure. His wife! Strolling on the streets! However, when you call out to her and put you're hand on her shoulder, she turns, and is not your wife at all. She back away from you, confused.

Adom appears annoyed for a moment as Tefri interjects himself into the conversation before Ipwet can respond, but pauses when he catches the look in the man's eyes. Is that... eagerness? Something is different there, but it is hard to know what.

Giving a small shrug, he says "I believe we are prepared unless our miller or farmer have anything they would like to share with us." He raises his eyebrow at Ipwet as he hands Tefri his perfumed cloth. As an afterthought, he gives Tefri a quick glance and an acknowledging nod. Not exactly a thank you, but close.

Adom gives her a smug smile as she acknowledges the wisdom of his forethought. Apparently she could be charming in a less abrasive way as well.

The smile on his face freezes as she continues talking. When she mentions the priestess, he quickly raises the cloth to his face to hide as much of his expression as possible, attempting to disguise it as an attempt to accustom himself to the strength of the perfume. He looks up towards the steps of the temple. Surely it could not be Amenset. Why would she come personally just to besmirch...

SACRIFICING the holy man!?! His eyes go wide and he looks sharply at Ipwet. His hand drops from his mouth. There is a rising panic within him. His stomach churns and the blood remaining in his face after witnessing Anubis' omen drains, leaving his countenance even paler. His heart pounds like the hoofbeats of a charioteer's horse in his chest.

It takes him too long to recover himself. There is no way Ipwet could have missed his reaction. She may not know what it means, but... but the nerve of that insufferable bitch of a priestess. Just as uncontrollable as his terror from a moment before is the rage he feels now. He tries to keep it from his face, but his eyes harden dangerously. If Amenset thinks she can sweep him under the rushes, she is sorely mistaken. And she will be subjected to the judgment of Anubis that much sooner because of it.

Adom realizes he has been silent too long. He plays back Ipwet's last sentence in his head and realizes it was a question. He gives her a non-answer. "I am sure you are right." He pauses for a long moment. "Your friend didn't happen to tell you what the shrieking alarmist looked like, did they?"

Erurainon slinks away, taking care not to raise any alarms. When he feels like he's in a good space, he looks around and sees that the old elf is still looking right at him. The old man's lips press together and then he turns and walks away, turning down a thin alley and disappearing from view.

You enter the temple, your footfalls echo loudly in the silent hall. Large pillars are spaced regularly throughout the great hall you've entered, holding up the giant stones that form the upper walls and roof. Cool braziers stand here and there. Many are completely virgin, showing no signs of every having borne a flame.

You wander the empty temple for several minutes. Suddenly, turning a corner that brings you close to the side of the temple that should be flooded, a stench slams into you, seemingly sucking the air from your lungs. Before you, the stone floor is covered in a brown crust and the destroyed bodies of the dead priests lay scattered across it.