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Your team signed up yesterday and and submitted the symbol of your group to the priests of Phrasma for the lottery today. Any exploring was cut short yesterday when a sandstorm which drove your team indoors.
The worst of the storm passed last night but there is a gloom in the air today as you arrive at the market for the lottery.
The bustling desert city of Wati is near bursting with excitement. Adventurers from every corner of the Inner Sea region have assembled here beneath the hot Osirian sun to explore the tombs of the city's necropolis, waiting only to be assigned their first sites for exploration.
Surrounding the participants, the public has gathered to observe the ceremony as well. There is a festival-like quality in the air, and numerous street vendors are hawking goods and refreshments to participants and spectators alike. Some merchants have even brought what can only be considered adventuring gear to sell as last minute convenience items to explorers, while others advertise that they'll buy recovered treasures and antiquities from those who visit their establishments.
In front of the imposing edifice of the Grand Mausoleum, an immense awning has been erected between decorated pillars in the market to provide shade for the priests of Pharasma overseeing the lottery. Beneath the awning, two urns sit atop a table on the stage. The high priestess of the Grand Mausoleum, Sebti the Crocodile, sits behind the table, while two acolytes confer with her at either side. Behind her stands Saleem the armed priest and a new priest a tall lanky man who seems to be talking to himself. You haven't seen him before. You overhear from people in the crowd that his name is Ptemenib.
Numerous adventuring groups stand in small clusters near the stage. Most keep to themselves, but some teams engage in quiet conversation with other teams, mostly speculating about what they'll likely face in the necropolis. There is a group of halflings riding war dogs their lances lifted and flying pendants like they are ready for a parade. A team of all women in white leather armor, they keep to themselves. The guys in red are back looking over the teams.
You still have some time before the lottery begins
