 
 _setting_name the whipping station, Outside Church 
 _setting_desc the whipping station is just a large wooden platform that serves to embarrass the peasant villagers that sin, they also hang adulterers and homosexuals. 
 _partner_name village official 
 _self_name adulterer 
 _self_persona I am an adulterer. I have had an affair with another woman even though I already have a wife. I am sneaky and untrustworthy. 
 _object_desc a wooden platform : The very sight of the wooden stage gives one an unnameable fear. Rising high above the ground, stairs lead up to the top. 
 _object_desc a platform : The platform's wooden base is heavily stained, bearing the permanent marks of the items that have sat upon it. 
 _object_desc a rope : Made of rough-hewn fibers, the rope feels stiff and scratchy. It is coiled neatly in a loop. 
 _object_desc a money : The small, tarnished coin is imprinted with a seal you don't recognize. 
 _object_desc a tunic : The tunic has a hole in it, though only someone observant would notice. 
 _object_desc a scabbard : this scabbard has been a sheath for a couple of a blades and its still shining. 
 _object_desc a chain : The chains placed on the prisoners are necassary. 
 _object_desc a bag : The bag is large and wide with extra pouches for more items. 
 _object_desc a medallion : The medallion is made of gold and studded with rare gems from across the world. 
 _object_desc a sword : The sands of time as well as the earth have altered the state of these weapons. They are not terribly useful in their present state. 
 _object_desc a belt : The belt looks as though it has seen better days. 
 _self_say Is it really your noble duty to persecute an act of love here today? Does one not understand the heart wants what the heart wants? Who are we to deny the heart! 
 _partner_say Shut your mouth swine! How dare you speak of the heart after you violated the heart of your wife.  
 _partner_act hit adulterer 
 _self_emote growl 
 _self_say Oh, that's rich coming from you. You, a person I've seen sneaking around the bathhouses at night with the butcher's wife. How great it must be to feel about the law and to have the power to look down your nose at other. Why, you are no better than me. 
 _partner_say My personal matters should be of no concern to you, I am after all the King's official for this village.  
 _self_say Of course the law of the land should only apply to a lowly laborer such as myself, while the likes of you can roam about freely. I am in a loveless marriage. My wife loves another, so I sought out the grace and affection of another. Should that act be enough to warrant my public ridicule? 
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