FIXED: Mob shouldn't move

[Kerryk]

An Illian Companion leaves up.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Fresh > look
At the Stern of the Golden Bee
An enormous dark green flag with nine golden bees flies from the stern of
this vessel from a rope that is attached to a great beam that functions as
a tiller. Though relatively spartan, there are a great many carved
decorations in the shape of bees. This deck is raised above the main deck
below, allowing the captain a full view of the surrounding seas. A large
triangular sail hangs from a slanting boom, its middle attached to the
short back mast. A coiled rope lies to the side. A weather worn ships log
lies open nearby, its pages flapping in the breeze.
[ obvious exits: E U ]
Up: An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
A one person canoe rests on the ground.
A flatbed wagon rocks back and forth on spoked wheels, pulled by a warhorse.
|1| A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
|2| A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, pulling a flatbed wagon, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Fresh > where
You have no sense of location here.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Fresh > u
You can't ride there on a horse!

* R HP:Scratched MV:Fresh > look
At the Stern of the Golden Bee
An enormous dark green flag with nine golden bees flies from the stern of
this vessel from a rope that is attached to a great beam that functions as
a tiller. Though relatively spartan, there are a great many carved
decorations in the shape of bees. This deck is raised above the main deck
below, allowing the captain a full view of the surrounding seas. A large
triangular sail hangs from a slanting boom, its middle attached to the
short back mast. A coiled rope lies to the side. A weather worn ships log
lies open nearby, its pages flapping in the breeze.
[ obvious exits: E U ]
Up: An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.
A one person canoe rests on the ground.
A flatbed wagon rocks back and forth on spoked wheels, pulled by a warhorse.
|1| A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
|2| A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently, pulling a flatbed wagon, being ridden by you.

* R HP:Scratched MV:Fresh > 2
[dism ]
You stop riding him.

* HP:Scratched MV:Fresh > u
On the Wobbly Gangplank
[ obvious exits: E D ]
Down: A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.

* HP:Scratched MV:Full > look
On the Wobbly Gangplank
Three unevenly chafed wooden planks form a wobbly gangplank, the wood
shifting, bucking and bending continuously. Steel gray waves roll by below,
topped by frothy white crests and the plank moves up and down in a
sickening motion. To the east the coast of Arad Doman can be seen.
[ obvious exits: E D ]
Down: A warhorse is here, stamping his feet impatiently.
An Illian Companion stands here, stoically surveying his surroundings.

Can please make that room !mob so my ship soldier doesn't get lost? Thanks!!