Ign: noirette
~ Inside the Elf's Hut ~
At dusk the fireplace crackles up. Oil lanterns adorn fragrant sandalwood beams. Placed under cosy wooden bunker-beds is an old rug.
Stashed between the books on the rustic shelf is a scroll that perhaps only a wizard could decipher. A hand-carved imperfect little oakwood-table stands awkwardly alongside a fine mahogany chair (smuggled from some city-dweller's tavern at midnight). Tindirin palm-nectar silently drips from a leaky keg into a small bucket. Near an open window amid blooming violets awaits a birdbath. Hung on a wall is a magic-mirror that sometimes whispers the secrets of Arlor.
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