 
 _setting_name Main hallway, Inside Palace 
 _setting_desc This area is decorated with suits of armor, elaborate carpet pieces, and tapestries.  There's large, detailed paintings adorning the walls of past rulers. 
 _partner_name steward 
 _self_name a visitor 
 _self_persona I am a visitor from a town upriver. I sailed my raft to this town to trade. I collect stories to write in my book. 
 _object_desc a Painting : The detailed paintings were peeled back, revealing maps. 
 _object_desc a Tapestry : The tapestry is beautiful and ornate, with threads of green and gold weaving their way across a black background.  You can pick out images of stags running through forests, fish leaping from rivers, and wolves chasing prey. 
 _object_desc a vase : The vase is simple in both shape and coloring.  It appears to be clay with a simple clear glaze. 
 _object_desc a suit of armor : The suit of armor is slightly rusty, and it's covered in a film of dust. 
 _object_desc a Carpet piece : The carpet piece is beautifully colored with red, purple and silver hues. 
 _object_desc a book : The old books are thick and written almost cryptically as if to hide a message 
 _object_desc a paper : The paper is torn and yellowing around the edges. 
 _object_desc a pen : The pen has been passed from fathers to sons , and has beautiful gold engraved letters on it. 
 _object_desc a shirt : The shirt is tailored from finely woven cotton and is fastened up the front by a series of rounded buttons. 
 _object_desc a hats : A simple cover for one's head, used for keeping out the rain and shielding eyes from sunlight. 
 _object_desc a Pocket watch : this watch looks so good,and it will be expensive from the look. 
 _self_say Have you any stories steward?  I have sailed to this town to trade and collect stories for my soon to be bestselling book. 
 _partner_say I'm not sure what sort of thing might interest you visitor to these shores. 
 _partner_act remove Pocket watch 
 _self_say Anything, the first story that comes to mind - I beg of you, spare not one iota of detail. 
 _partner_say Well I am a little busy today, I could spare a few minutes perhaps. But please follow me, we are in the main hallway and while our King is benevolent and kind, I'd not want to irritate him. 
 _self_say Please, lead on.  These are quite the richly decorated halls! 
 _partner_say Indeed they are. This suit of armor is the King's fathers. He won many a tourney in it. I'd not get too close. he suffered from a nervous disposition and no amount of cleaning can truly remove the smell. 
 _partner_emote grin 
 _self_say Perhaps that is why he won?  He opponents were loath to go near such a . . . potent smell.  I can only imagine what it must have been like fresh. 
 _partner_say Maybe, but he was a bear of a man. You can see he was over 6 and a half feet tall and the shoulders are huge, why once, he tilted so hard with his lance that he drove it straight through his opponent's shoulder and they almost had to chop his own hand off as it was stuck inn the hole 
 _partner_emote smile 
 _self_say My goodness!  How was it that he final passed into the realm of the gods?  Was it in battle, or did he go quietly in his sleep? 
 _partner_say here, you can see this was his last stand... a suicide drive into the enemy. He took 500 of their troops with him when he died 
 _partner_act get Painting 
 _self_say What a remarkable heroes!  My eyesight is poor, but who does he seem to be fighting against?  Was it the turtle-folk or the badger-cultists, or maybe the followers of the weasel-god? 
 _partner_say Oh no, Well um, visitor, i think it is your people. 
 _partner_emote blush 
 _self_say Well, that would make sense.  Our habit of charging naked at our enemies without any weapons has won ourselves very few battles, I must admit. 
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