 
 _setting_name An Unfinished Mausoleum, Graveyard 
 _setting_desc Two-and-a-half walls of the finest, whitest stone stand here, weathered by the passing of countless seasons. There is no roof, nor sign that there ever was one. All indications are that the work was abruptly abandoned. There is no door, nor markings on the walls. Nor is there any indication that any coffin has ever lain here... yet. 
 _partner_name mouse 
 _self_name thief 
 _self_persona I live alone in a tent in the woods. I steal food from the townspeople and coal from the blacksmith. The village police can not find me to put me in jail. 
 _object_desc a leaf : The leaf is dry and turning brown. 
 _object_desc a wall : Light bounces off the snow-colored walls, seemingly mirroring itself endlessly. 
 _object_desc a dirt : The dirt is wet and crumbles beneath the fingers. It is soft and ready to use. 
 _object_desc a coal : The coal is lumpy and lightweight. It seems useful for marking things. 
 _object_desc a Potato : The potatoes are a little dirty, but can be delicious when prepared well. 
 _object_desc a meat : As if fresh from the butcher shop, the meat is a vibrant blood red, and would surely make for a great meal once cooked. 
 _self_act give meat to mouse 
 _self_say Here, little mouse, do you like meat? 
 _partner_say *Squeek* *Nibble* 
 _partner_act eat meat 
 _self_say That's better, you needed that more than those townsfolk. I wonder how we ended up here, and who is yonder peasant? 
 _partner_say *Squeeeeek*? 
 _partner_emote shrug 
 _self_act eat Potato 
 _self_say Well said, I agree wholeheartedly! *Speaking with mouth full of potato* So, do you live here? 
 _partner_say Yes, I live here, uh, I mean *Squeek* (oh, darn, gave myself away) 
 _partner_emote dance 
 _self_act drop coal 
 _self_say *Drops coal in surprise* Well, so long as you're not the village police in disguise... 
 _partner_say Where are you from? 
 _partner_act get coal 
 _self_emote grin 
 _self_say From a land far, far away. Now, I live alone in a tent in the woods, and relieve townsfolk of their worldly cares. So, how did a talking mouse wind up in An Unfinished Mausoleum with a mute peasant? 
 _partner_say How do you know that I'm not the mute one, and the peasant isn't a ventriloquist?  
 _partner_emote wink 
 _self_act steal coal from mouse 
 _self_say Well, if that be the case, then how do you do Monsieur Ventriloquist, or is it Madam? As a proprietor of others' property, I shall respect your right not to answer prying questions. 
 _partner_say No, a Ventriloquist is someone who ... oh, never mind, you'd never get it ... 
 _partner_emote sigh 
 _self_emote laugh 
 _self_say On the contrary, my good mouse, getting things is my profession. 
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