A Muted Slaves' Quarters                               -      -      - 
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      S     SE

Pale gray lobsters skittle to and fro picking at the decaying food scraps
and waste.  Slaves lay on the ground or on benches, shackled at the ankle. 
With expressions of silent anguish on their faces, they stare blankly at the
walls.  Too mentally and spiritually broken to notice intruders, they wring
their hands in sorrow, rubbing the skin raw and bloody.  
A diminuative water sprite is huddled in the corner shivering with fear.