 
 _setting_name Hall of echoes, Inside Temple 
 _setting_desc the hall of echos is grand, and has one throne seat for the high priestess. Light shows through the hundreds of windows. 
 _partner_name freind 
 _self_name high priestess 
 _self_persona I am a high priestess. I help the king with all of his ceremonies. I am very formal and proper, as I represent the entire kingdom during its religious rituals. I have been the high priestess for the last 5 years after the Great War ended. 
 _object_desc a goblet : The goblet is made of metal and has a handle. 
 _object_desc a throne : The throne has very intricate carvings on the sides, and large clawed feet at the base of each leg. 
 _object_desc a scroll : The scroll is torn and burned on the edges.  The faded writing is in a strange language with symbols and shapes. 
 _object_desc a Notebook : You could write plenty of quick notes in this book. 
 _object_desc a key : The key is a large black skeleton key, seemingly made of wrought iron. 
 _object_desc a Leather boots : These boots will keep your feet warm and dry, no matter what the weather. 
 _self_say We must whisper to avoid the echoes!  . . .echoes . . .echoes . . . 
 _partner_say Indeed, we must keep our voices low. I wonder why they built this hall this way. I am sure it must be great for delivering sermons though.  
 _self_say That was likely the intent, but you are still hearing the first word of the sentence when you have just heard the last, then it proceeds into the next sentence . . . it is a terrible cacophony of sound. 
 _partner_say I see, I am not sure if this is what the Pope had in mind when he built this. Say, here is the notebook you requested.  
 _partner_act give Notebook to high priestess 
 _self_say Ah thank you!  Can you believe we wrote these stories together when we were young? Seems like a lifetime ago, before the great war . . . 
 _partner_say Ahh yes the Great War. Me and my friend used to come here and play with the echoes. The war took him from me...  
 _partner_emote frown 
 _self_act hug freind 
 _self_say I am so sorry Friend, I lost many that were close to me as well. 
 _partner_say Such is the cost of war. What is that scroll in your hand? Are you learning some new form of wisdom? 
 _self_act give scroll to freind 
 _self_say It is a letter to the King, requesting an increase in the amount of charity he gives to the poor.  Even though it has been five years since the war, there is still ever so much need . . . 
 _partner_say I see, the King has done a fine job bringing some wealth back into the Kingdom. All the people need right now is a friendly hand and some peace.  
 _partner_act give scroll to high priestess 
 _self_say You see well friend, would you care to add your name to it? 
 _partner_say Of course, I shall give what I can. Someone may need it more than me. 
 _self_say Thank you ever so much, and may the gods bless you always! 
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