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Sep. 30th, 2015 08:07 pm{from here}
To the east of the garden, hidden between the trees is what looks from the outside like small and simple marquee.
But inside it is something very different. Large as any room inside the bar, the floor is covered with richly patterned carpets, as soft underfoot as grass. The walls are draped with the finest silks. Silver lanterns hung from the roof cast geometric patterns from their cut work sides, coloured rainbow hues by glass inserts.
At the room's centre is a raised dais spread with silks and furs, cushions and bolsters; a bed worthy of a king.
Sinric waits by the door, dressed in a flowing silk robe of rich gold and scarlet, his hair elaborately braided away from his neck and a mask of lace covering his eyes.
To the east of the garden, hidden between the trees is what looks from the outside like small and simple marquee.
But inside it is something very different. Large as any room inside the bar, the floor is covered with richly patterned carpets, as soft underfoot as grass. The walls are draped with the finest silks. Silver lanterns hung from the roof cast geometric patterns from their cut work sides, coloured rainbow hues by glass inserts.
At the room's centre is a raised dais spread with silks and furs, cushions and bolsters; a bed worthy of a king.
Sinric waits by the door, dressed in a flowing silk robe of rich gold and scarlet, his hair elaborately braided away from his neck and a mask of lace covering his eyes.
