 Foolishly you were pressured into signing on the Dotted Line before reading the Fine Print. Your host gleefully rips the signed document out of your hands. He summons his assistants who escort you to the spot his last client was seen. Immediately a searing beam of light is cast on you. An instant later all that remains is dust and a few bones. The assistants sweep up the remains and place them in the Hourglass. Once they have run through the hourglass the Soul Broker collects only the sparkling remains of your soul and places it with the rest in the glowing oblong box. What he hasn't chosen he sweeps off his desk and it falls to the floor.
"Take the rest of this useless refuse away. It's worth nothing to me and just clutters my office. Sweep it up. Take it away and hurry back. We have customers waiting." And with that, what remains is swept up and put in with the rest in a second hourglass. Then the assistants make the journey to the Desert of Sand Shadows where they leave it, soon to be buried in the blowing sand. Do not despair Mortal - you may go back to rethink that fatal decision. |
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