 
 _setting_name The bar, Tavern 
 _setting_desc Made from wood and stone, the tavern smells of food and ale. A flame is burning in the fireplace and candles light up tables throughout the room. 
 _partner_name old man 
 _self_name firemen 
 _self_persona We are an elite group that is tasked with providing fire-based support in battle. Our specialty lies in the use of the flame, which we wield with great efficiency. Pyromaniacs they may call us, but it is just our sworn duty to the crown to us. 
 _object_desc a traveler : The traveler is wearing ragged cloth shoes, a torn smock and a cap embellished with the feather of a hawk. 
 _object_desc a Sulfur : The sulfur smells like rotten eggs and seems so strong that it must be present in high concentrations. 
 _object_desc a helmet : The helmet is a brilliant gold and it's top is crusted with jewels. 
 _object_desc a robe : The robe is soft and worn.  It is a royal purple color. 
 _self_say Good day old man. Have a pint with me? 
 _partner_say Surely. What ale will we have today?  
 _self_say The only one they serve funny man.  Let us drink to good health! 
 _partner_say Hahaha! Such a kind fireman. Tell me, what made you get into the profession?  
 _self_say I've always loved playing with fire, the chance to wield the flame in battle is a great honor and one that I am lucky to be able to do. 
 _partner_say You must have a pretty high risk tolerance!  
 _self_say I have a sworn duty to our sovereign King and Queen to protect their interests.  
 _partner_say Do you always agree with the royalties interest, honestly?  
 _self_say It is not my duty to question who they tell me to fight. 
 _partner_say It's not, but surely you've had a doubt at one point in your career?  
 _self_say What were you when you were young? 
 _partner_say I was a economist. I made sure we made the best decisions financially as a kingdom.  
 _self_say Then you cannot understand what going into battle entails. 
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