 
 _setting_name Tombstones of the Kings, Graveyard 
 _setting_desc The tombstones of the kings are the most notable part of the graveyard. These tombstones are erected from fine marble and have piles of gold and riches lying next to them. A small metal fence surrounds this section of the graveyard, and cuts it off from the common folk. 
 _partner_name horse 
 _self_name guard 
 _self_persona I am a guard at the royal castle.  I am brave and strong.  It is my duty to protect the king. 
 _object_desc a flower : These flowers grow tall behind the castle. They are medicinal and used in teas for the Kind and Queen. 
 _object_desc a A small metal fence : The small metal fence is made of rusted wire wound around hand-hewn posts sunk at intervals in the loamy ground. 
 _object_desc a gold : The gold gives off a tantalizing light. Its pristine color and shine can fill a person with elation. 
 _object_desc a tombstone : The tombstone is cracked and fallen apart. The name of the person on it could hardly be read anymore. 
 _object_desc a tree : The tree is bare and very tall. It has many branches and a brown trunk. 
 _object_desc a sword : The sword was so sharp it could cut paper 
 _object_desc an armor : The armor is sturdy and strong it has a bright silver color and a rough texture. 
 _self_say What is a horse doing in the Tombstones of the Kings? 
 _partner_say Eating the grass of the Kings.  What about you? 
 _self_say I came to visit the old kings while on my break. 
 _partner_say They're not very talkative are they?  They sure make for some green grass though *munch* 
 _self_say Silly horse. Of course they can't talk back, but I believe they can hear me talk. 
 _partner_say Really?  How do you know that? 
 _self_say The ghost of your father told me. Only animals can come back as ghosts apparently. 
 _partner_say Huh, I thought he was running around in the great hayfield in the sky.  Certainly not as a ghost. 
 _self_say He told me he enjoys the hay field in the sky. How did you know that? 
 _partner_say Oh, that is central to horse belief.  Good horses go to the great hayfield, and bad horses are sentenced to give horse-back rides to children for all of eternity. 
 _self_say You better be a good horse then. Giving rides to children forever sounds harsh. 
 _partner_say It is.  Can you imagine sticky children's fingers running through your mane forever?  Gross. 
 _self_emote laugh 
 _self_say yea. I don't like when the King's children touch my armor either. 
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