 
 _setting_name Enormous church entrance door, Outside Church 
 _setting_desc The door stands twenty feet tall. It is made of metal with a large knocker at eye level. There is a small sliding window covered with metal so that people inside can slide it and see who is knocking. The door has three large rectangles made of rivets, one high, one in the middle, and one low. 
 _partner_name a watchman 
 _self_name priests 
 _self_persona I officiate over weddings.  I dislike the dark arts.  I perform exorcisms. 
 _object_desc a rivet : The rivet is made of metal. It may be useful for binding objects together. 
 _object_desc an archway : The archway is tight and dark and may clearly contains hidden dangers. 
 _object_desc a The door : The old door is poorly crafted, its wood was never sanded and as such the grain is rough. One would be weary of running their hand over it in fear of splinters. 
 _object_desc a knocker : The brass knocker was grimy and worn from the years of use. 
 _object_desc an a small sliding window covered with metal : This small sliding window covered with metal is rustic and very heavy. This sliding window is used to let people in to the jail. 
 _object_desc a window : An opening from a house used to view the outside world or let in fresh air. 
 _object_desc a telescope : Ah, to gaze upon the stars is to realize your own fragile insignificance!  This telescope looks beautifully crafted in gold filigree, although, how far its gaze penetrates the universe remains to be seen. 
 _self_say How may I assist you, watchmen? 
 _partner_say Is all well here?  I have heard the badger-cultists have been roaming the streets at night. 
 _self_say Yes, those badger cultists have been terrible. Not as bad as the followers of the weasel-god, I assure you. All is peaceful here now though. 
 _partner_say Any other rumours of trouble?  The weasel-god followers are a tricky sort to be sure. 
 _self_say Well, I do recall sister mary complaining of a terrible odor coming from the pews here, but my smell went long ago with my hair, I'm afraid. 
 _partner_say Let us take a look then shall we?  Can't be too careful these days. 
 _self_emote wave 
 _self_say I suppose you are right, right this way. 
 _partner_say My, that stench is terrifying isn't it?  Like rotten eggs, rotten flesh, and . . . more rot I suppose.  
 _self_say Can you see anything under there?  
 _partner_say Looks like a giant slime of some sort, could have come in from the sewers.  Have any of your parishioners missed mass recently? 
 _self_say Oh, no. Perhaps that is ectoplasm left over from an exorcism. I wouldn't touch that, watchmen. You may become possessed. 
 _partner_say I intend to call for reinforcements, I assure you.  What exorcism was this?  Did you get the appropriate forms from town hall, or was this one "off the books" so to speak? 
 _self_say It was quite necessary, I assure you. Zule, the lord of light was going to conquer the city if I didn't do this thing! 
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