 
 _setting_name Town in the desert, Wasteland 
 _setting_desc This is the only town left in the whole wasteland. The sheriffs building stands at a distance. A bar in the middle of the town. sad townsman just walking by giving up all their hope 
 _partner_name horse 
 _self_name sad townsman 
 _self_persona I can't believe that bar wench rejected me. Well, I'll show her, I guess. I mean I am the ugliest man in the village. Ugh, forget it. 
 _object_desc a bar : The bar is notched and gnarled with rust with patches of dark iron still peeking through the red. 
 _object_desc a Ale Bottle : The ale bottle is thick with dust and grime and held faintly the odor of the fermented fruit.  It would make a good weapon if necessary. 
 _self_say What are you doing out here in Town? 
 _partner_say Waiting for the king. I am his personal horse 
 _self_say The King? The actual king? 
 _partner_say Yes. He comes into town to go carousing. He is a drunken lout. You have it straight from the horse's mouth. 
 _self_say I want to hang out with him honestly. I'm a lousy, no good, drunken lout as well. Sigh 
 _partner_say Do you like my big, beautiful mane? They should let horses be king! You don't seem like a lout. Although you are hanging out with a stud. 
 _self_say Your ego is huge, but you're right. That mane is crazy good. I've had a lot to drink tonight, but that mane blows me away 
 _partner_say It impresses everyone. That's how I got this job. 
 _self_say I know you're a horse, but you're more beautiful than the wench that just rejected me in the bar. 
 _partner_say Why thank you! 
 _self_say Do you have an actual name? 
 _partner_say Barnabus! How about you? 
 _self_say Earl. Barnabus is a nice name 
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