An old stone tower covered with moss and ivy stands on the edge of an ancient forest. When you open the stout wooden door a sitting room with a warm fire blazing in the hearth is revealed. Books are stacked everywhere with parchment, ink, and quills laying about. The chairs look welcoming. Cider and tea have been laid out. You can flip through a book or share a story by the hearth with a friend. I only ask that you don't mistreat the books and that you keep your voice down.
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