[HP:100%] [ME: 34%] [PE: 75%]
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recall
You dismount from a silver-winged pegasus.
You plummet to your death!
Your equipment is scattered beyond retrieval.
You lose your concentration on detect invis.
You no longer see invisible objects.
You lose your concentration on detect hidden.
You feel less aware of your surroundings.
You have been KILLED!!

The space around you tingles as the robes leave it.
You feel less protected.
You feel less protected.
Your force shield shimmers then fades away.
A silver-winged pegasus stops following you.

The Taproom of the Hart and Rose
The atmosphere is thick and close, pregnant with the musk of spilt ale,
wood smoke and cooked food, heavy with the noise of boisterous conversation,
song and laughter. Sawdust is spread liberally over the worn slate
flagstones of the floor, upon which heavy wooden tables and benching press
together, crowded with patrons that compete for the attentions of the
serving wenches that move between them juggling platters of steaming food
and flagons of ale. A fire crackles in the hearth set beneath a wide stone
chimney brest in the north wall. An open wooden staircase in the south
climbs up to the rooms above.
Obvious exits: e(closed) w u ne(closed)
A sign by the door reads "Keep yer Horses OUT!".
A large notice hanging from the rafters reads, "RIFTS ARE PROHIBITED HERE!"
A cork notice board hangs on the east wall.
A hand-pump is here to dispense beer.
A battered old bin stands in the corner of the room.
A broad male dwarf is here.
A serving wench moves deftly through the taproom serving drinks.
A bard is here, entertaining the crowd.
A freeman of Exile is here, quietly supping his ale.
A small boy works here collecting glasses and clearing the tables.
A thuggish-looking giant glowers here, watching the customers for trouble.
The swordsman Halfdane is here, quietly drinking by the fire.
A brutish-looking man stands impassively at the door watching the crowd.
The warrior Grimm is here, regaling folk with tales of his youth.