A Run Down Hostel                                      -      -      - 
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      S      -

This meager living space exists between salvaged and rusting sheet metal.
The chill in the air is a constant reminder as to how little insulation such
materials provide, though from the mounds of blankets on the many beds, it
could be said that the people who live here at least live comfortably while
they sleep.  A few scattered personal items let it be called home, and the
southern door barely hangs on its hinges.  
     A textbook of some region's local history lies here.
     A worn and disposed piece of fabric lies here in the dirt.
All smiles and sparkly eyes, a child of Winton walks along merrily.