Wheel of Time MUD

A visibly drunk woman stands on a barrel of ale. She teeters precariously as she screams, "SHOCKLANCE! TRADING AN ITEM FROM THE AGE OF LEGENDS! LOOKING FOR ITEMS THAT CAN'T BE MADE, LIKE ORNATE SHIRTS OR HERON OR SOMETHING!"

A barrel sits here, with armored legs sticking out from beneath it.

"Trade complete," a woman's voice echoes from within the barrel, "Light, it is bloody loud in here."

A massive amount of heavy armor clunks and clangs its way to the barrel. A tiny voice from inside squeaks, 'Did someone say CHOCKLATE from the Age of Legends? Will it still be edible?'