Sail Room                                              -      N      - 
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      -      -

The musty smell of moistened mold lingers here, accentuated by the aroma
of decaying flesh; the atmosphere has become thick with a pungent sweetness
that is sickening to the senses.  Piles of neatly folded sails succumb to
dryrot from years of neglect and the brittle canvas sheets are alive with
the movement of the vermin scurrying beneath them.