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Connecting…

Hello, and welcome to the Strange Realms!

1: Log in
2: See who’s logged on
3: What is this?
4: Disconnect

> 1

Enter thy name: Wren
Password:

Welcome, Wren. Connecting…

The Silver Dragon Inn and Tavern
You are in a musty, yet comfortable tavern. Flickering lamps cast a warm glow around the rustic, wooden interior. There are a few tables and chairs scattered around, as well as a bar. A door to the north leads outside to the street, and a hallway to the west leads into the Inn part of the building.
Exits: north, west

Behind the bar stands a burly woman named Etta, the proprietor and barkeep for this establishment.

> look wren

Wren has not set a description yet.

Etta begins absentmindedly scrubbing the counters.

> setdesc

Editing description: Wren

> Wren is a bit of an odd creature. Aptly named, she is a humanoid Wren,
> standing about five foot five. She is covered in fluffy brown plumage,
> forming a slighly bulbous plume around an otherwise skinny body.
> Her head is covered in tiny little detail feathers, surrounding a beak
> and two beady little eyes. She carries naught but a small satchel slung
> over her shoulder, containing a sketchbook and pens, among other trinkets.
> /save

Description saved!

> look wren

Wren is a bit of an odd creature. Aptly named, she is a humanoid Wren, standing about five foot five. She is covered in fluffy brown plumage, forming a slighly bulbous plume around an otherwise skinny body. Her head is covered in tiny little detail feathers, surrounding a beak and two beady little eyes. She carries naught but a small satchel slung over her shoulder, containing a sketchbook and pens, among other trinkets.

Etta polishes her eyeglasses.

> say Well, here we go…

Wren: Well, here we go…

> quit

Farewell, Wren…


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