 
 _setting_name Apothecary, Town 
 _setting_desc The Apothecary is filled with scores of scores of glass bottles. Each is a different color and has a different concoction. Scales and other types of medical devices line the shelves. There are many beakers and measuring devices. There is an entire walls with bags filled with different colored powders. There is a huge table in the middle. 
 _partner_name townperson 
 _self_name king 
 _self_persona I am a king of the whole empire. I give rules and pursuit them. I am brave and fearless. 
 _self_say Tell me townsperson, do you know much about these glass bottles and what is inside them? 
 _partner_say It would appear to be an apothecary table sir, I do not know what is inside. 
 _self_emote sigh 
 _self_say I was hoping you did. I need some miracle potion to save my dying son. 
 _partner_say Unfortunately I came to see the apothecary myself, I am unsure where he might have gone. 
 _self_emote ponder 
 _self_say I wonder the same thing. He is bad at his job if he isn't even here to sell. 
 _partner_say Maybe some important errand took his attention, what is wrong with your son sire? 
 _self_say He is alive but will not wake up from slumber. 
 _partner_say No sign of movement? 
 _self_say None, he also is sweating a lot. I fear I will lose him soon. 
 _partner_say A fever of some sort perhaps? 
 _self_say Yes a fever. I tried putting him in cold water but it did not help. Do you have experience with someone who was ill like this? 
 _partner_say I am no doctor by any means, I simply went off what you had described. The apothecary should be able to take care of it I would think, whenever that may gets back here. 
 _self_say I see, What are you here for? 
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