 
 _setting_name Gold Room, Inside Tower 
 _setting_desc A hidden room, the Gold Room is adorned with gold candle fixtures on either side, and a gold plated wooden table in the center. Riches lay all around the room and on top of the table. Here can be found the crowns of past kings and the royalty of conquered nations. 
 _partner_name guard 
 _self_name a rat chews on a dropped hymnbook 
 _self_persona I stick to the edge, nose up and ready for any morsels that may drop my way. Or sometimes they don't, but I often don't know until my jaws are upon it. A hunk of moldy crust, the edge of a dropped hymnbook, it is all fair game. 
 _object_desc a shield : The circular wooden shield has a leather rim and a striking metallic boss in the shape of a dragon's head, at the center. 
 _object_desc an a spear : The spear has not lost its sharpness even though it is covered in a layer of dust. The stained tip a monument to victorious moments of the past. 
 _self_say Hmmm, nomnomnom. GULP. 
 _partner_say Get out of here! 
 _partner_emote growl 
 _self_say Leave me be! I ain't hurting anything. 
 _partner_say No rats in the Gold Room.  Leave at once. 
 _self_say But that gold plated wooden table tastes soooo good. You should probably replace the legs soon though. 
 _partner_say I will not reason with a rat. Be gone. 
 _partner_act hit a rat chews on a dropped hymnbook 
 _self_say *scurrys around to the crowns* Well I will not reason with you either.  
 _partner_say Touch the crowns and die, rat. 
 _partner_act remove a spear 
 _self_say If I touch the crown, you might die. HAHAHA 
 _partner_say What a nasty rat you are.   
 _partner_act hit a rat chews on a dropped hymnbook 
 _self_say Hey no need for that. Have you looked in the mirror as of late? Besides, anything that fall to the ground is fair game mate. 
 _partner_say Wait...a talking rat?  Can you sing?  The king would love that. 
 _partner_emote ponder 
 _self_say You bet this Gold Room I can sing. 
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