[HP:  9%] [ME:  4%] [PE: 98%]
> w
You run west.

The MeadHall
  This room, mostly taken up by a row of kegs, three deep, is saturated
with the stench of sweat, alcohol, and recent death.  The thud of clay mugs
on wooden keg-tops, the shuffle of feet, and the drunken conversations give
you a sense of being awash in a world of sound.  This all might be too much
for the inexperienced pub-crawler, and may even be a little much for a man
that really enjoys a mead in such a place like this.
  Every so often, you hear the sound of dwarven cursing erupts from behind
the waist-high kegs. 
  Obvious exits: e
A husky male dwarf curses amiably as he cleans the keg taps.

[HP:  9%] [ME:  4%] [PE: 97%]
> r
You sit down and rest your tired bones.

[HP:  9%] [ME:  4%] [PE: 97%]
> put all.coin back
You put 5 copper coins in a backpack with suede pouches.
You put 6 silver coins in a backpack with suede pouches.
You put 4 gold coins in a backpack with suede pouches.

[HP:  9%] [ME:  4%] [PE: 97%]
>
Your pulse slows to normal.

[HP: 15%] [ME: 11%] [PE:100%]
>
A draft scurries through the wall, playing upon your skin.

[HP: 70%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
You disappear into the void.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
Dnaven continues his rhythmic movements.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
Dnaven continues his rhythmic movements.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
Dnaven continues his rhythmic movements.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
Dnaven continues his rhythmic movements.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
Dnaven continues his rhythmic movements.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
Dnaven continues his rhythmic movements.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
Dnaven continues his rhythmic movements.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
>
Dnaven continues his rhythmic movements.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]
> look

The MeadHall
  This room, mostly taken up by a row of kegs, three deep, is saturated
with the stench of sweat, alcohol, and recent death.  The thud of clay mugs
on wooden keg-tops, the shuffle of feet, and the drunken conversations give
you a sense of being awash in a world of sound.  This all might be too much
for the inexperienced pub-crawler, and may even be a little much for a man
that really enjoys a mead in such a place like this.
  Every so often, you hear the sound of dwarven cursing erupts from behind
the waist-high kegs. 
  Obvious exits: e
A centaur stands here, gently swaying as he sings a ribald tune.
A husky male dwarf curses amiably as he cleans the keg taps.

[HP: 82%] [ME:100%] [PE:100%]