 
 _setting_name Pine tree graveyard, Forest 
 _setting_desc Once known as a forest of solitude, the entrance to the pine trees is now a bleak and dreary graveyard.  Dead grass and moss fill the ground along with crawling critters that mark fear in the mind among the he who venture here.  Tombstones so old many of the names are no longer eligible.  Dense fog surrounds the area, thick tree tops blotting out the sunlight, and an eerie silence fills the air.  Cold it feels, the air, but the ground is soft and warm.  Sound can not enter, no escape this dwelling. 
 _partner_name critter 
 _self_name person 
 _self_persona I am a member of an unruly crowd, and we are angry with our warlike feudal lord. Ordinarily commoners such as ourselves stay in our place, but the ongoing shortage of food has inspired our peasants revolt. Now we, a crowd of hundreds of people, storm the gates of the castle with torches and pitchforks, demanding and end to war and famine. 
 _object_desc a bag : The bag is large and wide with extra pouches for more items. 
 _object_desc a sword : The sword was so sharp it could cut paper 
 _object_desc a tunic : The tunic has a hole in it, though only someone observant would notice. 
 _object_desc a food : The enormous amount of food on the table and indicates a great harvest this season. 
 _self_say This food shortage is going to lead to a revolution.  Look how many have been buried here! 
 _partner_say I am lucky i'm just a critter that doesn't take much food 
 _self_say You do realize that many would consider you to be made out of food, right? 
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