Its a dark room, where the only light comes from a peacefull fireplace made with inticet stonework and decorative faces carved into it and a heavy black iron grate infront with several pitchers and pokes stuck into it. The rooms walls are all filled with ancient bookshelves filled with musty books and strange artifacts. Dolls and puppets, huntig trophies and things in jar, Boxes of all shapes and sizes and potraits covered in dust. Infront of the fireplaces is a largeback chair with red velvet seatings and a blackoak framed it stands on pawed feet, its armrests the shape of claws. Around this chair are large piles of old books. And infront of it lay several seating pillows. In the chair sits grim, Ready to tell those who want a story from his vast library of twisted tails.
Do I have to leave too? But I just came here.
