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Post by Divinus on Jun 26, 2007 20:05:35 GMT -5
If a person thought the Inn dark, then they might think of this place as near pitch black. The entrance split off into a small welcome area, comfortably illuminated by the oak desk that held a greeter. To each person, the vixen spoke, and asked for 7 silver pieces as an entrance charge.
From the desk, one is forced to travel right, into an elbow and then left. Here, the stone building fanned out into a broad rectangular room, and at its center a sort of runway. At the end of the run way, sat a pole of gold. The runway was adorned with a sort of table along its lip, and stools spaced as needed. The lights of the place were fashioned to gleam upon this piece, leaving most of the room in a heavy shadow.
Of course, along the western wall (left of the entrance into the larger room) were pillars which dictated acceptable passage, perhaps to the rest rooms. Of course, along the way one would encounter many more private rooms, though they were illuminated enough so that one could barely make out the silhouettes
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