!#~ R>
Allen leaves south riding a pony.
!#~ R>
The Gatekeeper closes the gate.
The Gatekeeper locks the gate.
!#~ R>
Eorily narrates 'A young ranger yells from the south 'An Orc is here before the Gates of Fornost!''
!#~ R>
A Bree guard leaves north.
!#~ R>
A little dog leaves north.
!#~ R>
Khanyon has arrived from the north.
A little dog has arrived from the north.
!#~ R>
Khanyon begins some strange incantations...
!#~ R>
Khanyon utters the word 'yufzbarr'
Khanyon's fireball completely envelops you, causing infernal pain.
That really HURT!
You are wracked with overwhelming PAIN!
Khanyon barely hits your right hand and shatters it.
You are wracked with overwhelming PAIN!
!#~ R HP:Awful Khanyon:Healthy>
A Bree guard sighs loudly.
A Bree guard joins your fight.
A Bree guard lightly slashes Khanyon's body and tickles it.
You flee head over heels.
You flee north.
Main Street
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
A guard of Bree stands here.
Exits: [north], [east], south, west.
!#~ R HP:Awful>
Khanyon has arrived from the south.
!#~ R HP:Awful>
Khanyon leaves south.
A Bree guard leaves west.
!#~ R HP:Awful>
A Bree guard has arrived from the south.
!#~ R HP:Awful>
Khanyon has arrived from the south.
!#~ R HP:Awful>
Khanyon begins some strange incantations...
!#~ R HP:Awful>
Khanyon utters the word 'yufzbarr'
Khanyon throws a fireball at you, death is immediate.
Ouch! 
You lose a level!

You are dead! Sorry...

o# HP:Awful>
!# HP:Awful>cse
cast 'cure serious'
You cannot do that here.
!# HP:Awful>
The Ainulindalë whispers to you 'Pray, Scorrel, and you may get some help.'
!# HP:Awful>pray fornost
You need to stand to be able to pray.
!# HP:Awful>
Now you feel strong enough to return to Arda.
!# HP:Bad>
Saosin tells you 'make sure you complain to secretary'
!# HP:Bad>stand
You stop resting, and stand up.
!# HP:Wounded>pray bree
You kneel down and try to hear the Ainulindalë.
!# HP:Wounded>
In response to your request strange harmonies come from nowhere...
Listening to them, you have the strange sensation to fade away...
!# HP:Wounded>
Suddenly an explosion of ancient rhymes makes the space collapse around you!
You blink, you vanish! And you are in Bree!
At the Sign of the Prancing Pony
A large fountain, made from grey stone, pours water from its centre.
There is an old street-lamp on the border of the street.
Allen the Dwarf is here, resting on a pony.
A hobbit is here walking around.
Exits: north, east, south, west.
The Mayor's Office
A huge clock is standing here.
A mailbox stands here stuffed full of messages.
A heavy desk, made of solid oak, stands here.
A secretary is sitting at the desk.
The Mayor of Bree is standing here.
Jack stands on guard here, collecting money.
A man passes by, intent on his business.
The lamp-lighter is resting here.
Exits: east, west, up.
*# HP:Wounded>complain Khanyon
A secretary says 'These facts have long been paid for, Scorrel.'
*# HP:Wounded>