The Traveler's Rest
A faint aroma of incense permeates the common room of this inn, where many
merchants rest their weary bones after their long journey. A fireplace
flanked by an unfamiliar type of warmly shimmering stone stands ready to be
lit to fend off the cold night's air. Finely carved furniture inlaid with
satinwood adds to the exotic and appearance of the establishment.
[ obvious exits: S ]
Zone: Sharan Trade Town
A chicken wanders around here, pecking at the ground.
A rich-looking merchant counts his earnings.
A veiled Sharan bartender pours a cold drink here.
A lean innkeeper runs her establisment here.
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
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You are carrying:
a thick square candle made of beeswax
a cask of fine red wine
a cask of light white wine
a worn saddlebag
a stable ticket
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
l merchant
Startled by your approach, a thin man bearing the crest of the local trading
society quickly stows his fat purses within the fine silk robes hanging about
his shoulders; and although the weather is temperate, he constantly dabs a
square of white lace cloth over his face while his eyes watch you with
wary suspicion.
A merchant has a few scratches.
A merchant is scratched.
a merchant is using:
<worn about body> a long red coat
<worn on legs> plain brown pants
<worn on feet> a pair of light leather boots
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
give cask merchant
You give a cask of fine red wine to a merchant.
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A merchant says 'Red wine? I can use that.'
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
give cask merchant
You give a cask of light white wine to a merchant.
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
A merchant says 'White wine? I can use that.'
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
give cask merchant
You don't seem to have a cask.
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
i
You are carrying:
a thick square candle made of beeswax
a worn saddlebag
a stable ticket
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
give candle merchant
You give a thick square candle made of beeswax to a merchant.
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
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The Traveler's Rest
A faint aroma of incense permeates the common room of this inn, where many
merchants rest their weary bones after their long journey. A fireplace
flanked by an unfamiliar type of warmly shimmering stone stands ready to be
lit to fend off the cold night's air. Finely carved furniture inlaid with
satinwood adds to the exotic and appearance of the establishment.
[ obvious exits: S ]
Zone: Sharan Trade Town
A chicken wanders around here, pecking at the ground.
A rich-looking merchant counts his earnings.
A veiled Sharan bartender pours a cold drink here.
A lean innkeeper runs her establisment here.
* HP:Scratched MV:Strong >
i
A merchant says 'Tasty!'
* HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
You are carrying:
a worn saddlebag
a stable ticket
* HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
i
You are carrying:
a worn saddlebag
a stable ticket
* HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
i
You are carrying:
a worn saddlebag
a stable ticket
* HP:Healthy MV:Fresh >
I thought he would at least pretend not to scam me
