* S Mana:Warm>camp rent
/Ok, you make your camp here.
-\|The door closes quietly.
You hear a *click* in a lock.
/Miler narrates 'that became a little laggy'
-Höng narrates 'me b ad'
\|/-Brutux narrates 'OOUT'
\|/-\|Razoor narrates 'Im hurt'
/-\|/-\|/-\|You suddenly notice *an Elf*.
You feel yourself exposed.
Aye!
You cannot concentrate any more...
You feel less protected.
Suddenly *an Elf* stabs you in the back, you die.
You are dead! Sorry...
o S HP:Awful Mana:Warm>
Alas, you realize that yet again the mighty knowledge of drowned Númenor has
been lost... Despair settles on you.