At the wishing well
You are at a crossing of paths in the centre of Rosevale. Fresh
flower petals are strewn across the sandy ground and in the tall
trees at the edges of the square glowing glass orbs emit a soft
light. In the very centre of the square stands an elegant wishing
well of sculptured marble that shines like a transluscent pearl.
Many people are standing near the well, and all have a sad and
puzzled look about them. They peer into the well and whisper to
each other, smiling sadly. As you approach the well, you see that
there is no cool water in it anymore, just dusty red sand deep
in the darkness. There are paths leading in every direction.
[Exits: north east south west]
A stern-faced elf dressed in a white and red uniform watches you closely.
(Red Aura) A tall elf dressed in brown silk strolls past with a glance in your direction.
A very pretty elf girl chews on her hair and giggles at you.
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This figure is dressed in light brown silks and has a pleasant
smile on his face. The elf is one of the citizens of Rosevale, a
proud community that values its personal freedom and still holds
some of the forgotten traditions that other elves have abandoned.
Deeply spiritual and aware of the natural world around him, the elf
glances at you quickly and wonders what you are doing in the town.
An elf townsman is in perfect condition.
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Your sneeze would kill an elf townsman.
An elf townsman grins evilly at you.
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