Mark Of Scarring

 A Storage Caravan                                      -      -      -
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 WARNING: You are in a NEUTRAL PLAYER KILLING room.     -      S      -
  Visible Exits: S 

  There is nothing special about this space.  It is filled to the brim with
complete junk, and then on top of the junk there is more that looks as
though it has not been touched for years and years.  Hiding in the crevices
between the shocking amount of colorful and unusual things packed into a
tiny wagon are loaves of the renowned gypsy breads which stay fresh for
months and provide good sustenance.  
(Red Aura) A skinny, lanky man with exaggerated features sits on a tall crate, staring at you through painted eyes.
A half-painted carnival clown gasps as he realizes what you just did.
A half-painted carnival clown leaps down from his perch and seizes upon you.
Shaking you feverishly, a half-painted carnival clown gets a huge anticipatory grin on his face.
'ELLO GUVNA WANT SOME FACE PAINT DOES YE' a half-painted carnival clown says.
A half-painted carnival clown whips out a small paintbrush, and paints a seal that destroys childhoods on your face
 before hopping back up on the box.
For being mentally scarred, the Powers have granted thee a Mark.
You have been granted Scarring!