You approach the entrance to the bear's cave. Perhaps you were too hard on the big guy before; sure, you two got off on the wrong foot but you've had plenty of great friendships that later flourished after a rough first meeting. Or you think you have, anyway. Suddenly you become quite aware of the fact that you remember few if any details about your personal life. You consider pondering the nature of your existence for a moment but a deep pathetic wail that only a talking bear can make snaps you out of your introspection. You refocus on the den. It is quite low ceilinged but wide enough to accommodate an adult bear. You'd have to crawl but you figure you could make your way through it easily enough.
Condition: Slightly battered, never been flattered (dat emotional pain weighs the most heavily of all)
Armor Class: 10%
INVENTORY
Slot 1: Watchman's Longsword
Slot 2: Stick
Slot 3: empty
Slot 4: empty
Slot 5: empty
(I realize now that clothing has no business taking up a slot since you are wearing it, and that coming up with options to choose from limits the possibilities more than just letting people come up with any option they choose.)
