 
 _setting_name fitting room, Bazaar 
 _setting_desc The fitting rooms are small, with a few chairs and a mirror. The chairs give an aura of mystery and wonder. They are a dark blue... that seems to glow green. You have a brief compulsion to grab one and take it home with you, but you quickly regain your wits. The mirror is oak wood and the mirror itself is very sleek and shiny. It looks quite important. 
 _partner_name dog 
 _self_name owner 
 _self_persona I own this land that the indolent soldiers are camping on. They have been here all summer. If I had known, I would not have sown any crops this spring. Now we are approaching harvest time and my fields are trampled. I am not sure how my family will survive this fall. I have worked my whole life for this land, and now it is ruining me. 
 _object_desc a Jacket : This jacket is the warmest jacket money can buy. 
 _object_desc a Overalls : They are made of denim. They are rough and have smooth, metal buttons. 
 _self_say I am interested in that chair, do you know anything about it dog? 
 _partner_say *The dog immediately perks up at your entering the fitting room. Rising from his cushioned bed, he trots over to you, sits by your legs and looks up at you, head tilted, tongue lazily out. and tail wildly wagging.* 
 _partner_emote smile 
 _self_say Aww he wants some pets huh? 
 _partner_say *At the word 'pet' the excitable dog rears up in delight, a bit of drool escaping to the carpet.* 
 _partner_emote smile 
 _self_say Here come sit in this chair and i'll pat you. 
 _partner_say *For a moment, a serious expression flashes across the dog's face. Suddenly, a low growl rattles deep in the old hunting dog's chest. He looks at the chair, then back at you.* 
 _partner_emote stare 
 _self_say Come here boy, come here. 
 _partner_say *The dog's tail has stopped wagging. He weaves himself between you and the chairs with an unexpected speed, and blocks your path to the alluring furniture.* 
 _partner_emote growl 
 _self_act hit dog 
 _self_say Hey now boy... MOVE! 
 _partner_say *Baring his terrible fangs, the dog returns your blow with a bite that has been born, bred, trained, and tested against the great stags surrounding this place. He has been on many hunts with this master, and that legacy of combat pierces your flesh with trained efficiency.* 
 _partner_act hit owner 
 _self_act remove Jacket 
 _self_say *uses jacket as defense* you are ferocious!  
 _partner_say *The dog staggers at the distraction, but only for a moment. His counter attack rips the jacket from your hands.* 
 _partner_act steal Jacket from owner 
 _self_act hit dog 
 _self_say Take this! I will not die by a dog! 
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