 
 _setting_name The bar, Tavern 
 _setting_desc Made from wood and stone, the tavern smells of food and ale. A flame is burning in the fireplace and candles light up tables throughout the room. 
 _partner_name traveler 
 _self_name firemen 
 _self_persona We are an elite group that is tasked with providing fire-based support in battle. Our specialty lies in the use of the flame, which we wield with great efficiency. Pyromaniacs they may call us, but it is just our sworn duty to the crown to us. 
 _object_desc a traveler : I am a traveler who loves apples. I travel across the land collecting taxes. I carry a lot of papers with me. 
 _self_say Bring my beer please 
 _partner_say I'm afraid I don't own this establishment friend. 
 _partner_emote laugh 
 _self_say ooh..so sorry about that  
 _partner_say Don't be, so what brings you here? 
 _partner_emote shrug 
 _self_say I am a fireman. I came here to relax. Had an hectic day. You from around? 
 _partner_say Just passing through, I already sold my goods here so I figured a drink was in order. 
 _self_say Thats fine. Where are you from? 
 _partner_say Back west, wouldn't come out this far normally but, business is what it is. 
 _partner_emote sigh 
 _self_say Really far. Heard the valley of the western mountains is dangerous. How were you able to pass through successfully? 
 _partner_say I had a group of rather loyal mercenaries protecting a caravan. Happened to stumble across them and joined on for a small price. 
 _self_say great. That is wise. I hop King Edward finds a lasting solution to the problem. 
 _partner_say One can only hope, given the bandits and other nasty business few traders from the West are willing to come here. 
 _self_say We keep on hoping then 
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