* W C>
*a Hobbit* has arrived from the south.

* W C>
*a Hobbit* leaves south.

* W C>
You suddenly notice *a Hobbit*.
Suddenly *a Hobbit* stabs you in the back.
That really HURT!

* W C HP:Wounded *a Hobbit*:Healthy>
*a Hobbit* panics, and attempts to flee.
*a Hobbit* leaves south.

* W C HP:Wounded>Consider whom or what?

* W C HP:Wounded>Cave
There are two daggers here.
A tunic, made from the finest material, lies here.
A ragged leather breastplate is on the ground.
A large and heavy morningstar lies on the ground.
A brass lantern has been set on the ground.
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
A fang, an orkish piercing sword, has been planted in the ground.
A pair of rigid leather boots are on the ground.
A pair of ring mail sleeves are lying here.
There are two plain cloaks here.
A plain hood lies on the ground.
You see three plain leather belts on the ground.
On the ground, there are three plain pairs of pants.
A plain pair of sleeves lies here.
A plain shirt is on the ground.
A long strip of plain silk lies here.
A ring mail coif is on the ground.
An old-looking ring, covered with runes, lies here.
A shortsword is on the ground.
The great warlord Lothar stands here forever frozen in time.
A thick pair of chain mail sleeves are lying here.
A pair of thin leather gloves are lying here.
A thin pair of rigid leather boots are on the ground.
You see two thin pairs of soft leather boots on the ground.
A thin pair of soft leather pants are lying here.
A thin, soft leather jerkin is on the ground.
A wooden wall shield rests on the ground.
A moneybag made of rough leather is lying here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A moneybag made of rough leather is lying here.
A half-decayed corpse of a goblin lies rotting on the ground.
A half-rotten corpse is hanging here.
A young and vicious olog-hai eagerly awaits intruders.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.

* W C HP:Wounded>stand
You are already standing.

* W C HP:Wounded>flush quick
You begin to search ...
You have revealed *a Hobbit*!
You try to slash *a Hobbit*, but he parries successfully.

* W C HP:Wounded *a Hobbit*:Healthy>
You flee head over heels.
Rough Passageway
Exits: North South.

o W C HP:Wounded>
*a Hobbit* has arrived from the north.
You bleed from open wounds.

* W C HP:Wounded>11
cha wimpy 100
Wimpy set to: 100

* W C HP:Wounded>n

*a Hobbit* leaves south.

o W C HP:Wounded>Cave
There are two daggers here.
A tunic, made from the finest material, lies here.
A ragged leather breastplate is on the ground.
A large and heavy morningstar lies on the ground.
A brass lantern has been set on the ground.
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
A fang, an orkish piercing sword, has been planted in the ground.
A pair of rigid leather boots are on the ground.
A pair of ring mail sleeves are lying here.
You see two plain cloaks on the ground.
A plain hood lies on the ground.
You see three plain leather belts on the ground.
You see three plain pairs of pants on the ground.
A plain pair of sleeves lies here.
A plain shirt is on the ground.
A long strip of plain silk lies here.
A ring mail coif is on the ground.
An old-looking ring, covered with runes, lies here.
A shortsword is on the ground.
The great warlord Lothar stands here forever frozen in time.
A thick pair of chain mail sleeves are lying here.
A pair of thin leather gloves are lying here.
A thin pair of rigid leather boots are on the ground.
On the ground, there are two thin pairs of soft leather boots.
A thin pair of soft leather pants are lying here.
A thin, soft leather jerkin is on the ground.
A wooden wall shield rests on the ground.
A moneybag made of rough leather is lying here.
A large sack is on the ground.
A moneybag made of rough leather is lying here.
A half-decayed corpse of a goblin lies rotting on the ground.
A half-rotten corpse is hanging here.
A young and vicious olog-hai eagerly awaits intruders.
A hungry warg stands here, sniffing around for flesh.
Exits: South [Up] Down.

* W C HP:Wounded>draw hammer
flush quick

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s
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s
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You sheathe an engraved broadsword into a weapon sheath.
You masterfully wield an ornate, steel-shafted warhammer, looking very
evil-minded.
You are too weak to use this warhammer effectively.
You suddenly notice *a Hobbit*.
Suddenly *a Hobbit* stabs you in the back, you die.
Ouch! 
You lose a level!

You are dead! Sorry...


o W C HP:Awful>Nah... 
You feel too relaxed to do that..

* W C HP:Awful>* W C HP:Awful>Nah... 
You feel too relaxed to do that..

* W C HP:Awful>Nah... 
You feel too relaxed to do that..

* W C HP:Awful>Nah... 
You feel too relaxed to do that..

* W C HP:Awful>Nah... 
You feel too relaxed to do that..

* W C HP:Awful>Nah... 
You feel too relaxed to do that..

* W C HP:Awful>sleep
You go to sleep.

* W C HP:Awful>