[H:30 M:89 V:143 C:quite a few wounds]> You glare about irritably as you fail to complete your spell once again.
[H:30 M:84 V:143 C:quite a few wounds]>
You miss an antipaladin.
An antipaladin injures you as he stabs you.
An antipaladin misses you.
[H:22 M:86 V:142 C:quite a few wounds]> Ok.
You watch with pride as your magic missile hits an antipaladin.
[H:22 M:76 V:142 C:quite a few wounds]>
You miss an antipaladin.
An antipaladin stabs you hard.
You wish that your wounds would stop BLEEDING so much!
An antipaladin misses you.
[H:12 M:77 V:141 C:quite a few wounds]> flee
The Healing Room
You are standing inside a large golden sphere of magic created by the mighty
founders of this large encampment. You feel warm, and safe, and many people
are lying about, trying to heal new and old wounds alike. There are exits in
every direction, all leading out into the fury of training.
Exits: north, east, south, west
A large fountain is here, gurgling out an endless stream of water.
You flee head over heels.
[H:12 M:77 V:139 C:*]> sleep
You go to sleep.
[H:13 M:81 V:141 C:*]>
