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In the darkness of the night, there's a tavern nestled in the folds of a deep forest. Off the main
road there is a beaten dirt path, over used from the multitude of people who have traveled to the Purple Rose Tavern. As you
get further and further down the path you can see minature lamps illuminating the way, the gentle glow of licking flames whipping
about inside their glass cases. The light not only hits the dirt path, but also the bushes lining the path as well. Purple
roses of all sizes line the way, giant roses and minature buds are all present, seeming to grow larger the closer you get
to the building. When you finally get to the door way you can see a bronze handle, the tavern's logo carved into the precious
metal, then when you look up, a wooden sign with the logo and tavern name swings in the wind "Purple Rose Tavern," you read
curiously, and reach out for the door. Turning the knob you lick your lips and take a final breath before entering the building.
The door creaks as it opens, the hinges having been old and not cared for, but when you look around you can see why such a
small detail such as door hinges went unnoticed.
A smile spreads across your lips, the tavern is esquisitely decorated. You wouldn't imagine
it to be so from the outside, but there are so many beautifully carved pieces of furniture and the like. A hearth sits across
the room, red, orange, and yellow flames dancing in the air while two black arm chairs sit in front of the warm fire, empty
waiting for residents to sit down and enjoy the warmth. Tables of dark wood sit scattered around the room, all circular containing
the tavern's emblem etched upon it, just in case one should forget that they were property of the tavern and if they were
damaged would be paid for. Equally as dark wooden chairs sit around the table, four for each table. Illuminating the tavern
are thousand's of candles that line the walls and sit in the centers of tables, all purple and black letting off a scent of
lavender. When you get further in, there's a black marble bartop with a wall lined with cups and different bottles of all
shapes and sizes of liquors of all types. There wasn't a drink that couldn't be made there. It seems completely empty until
a door that you didn't notice earlier opens from the other side of the room and a woman steps out. She's clothed in a loose
black shirt and a long black skirt, that swishes as she walks towards the bar. Her long ebony hair gently bounces on her back
as she walks, and two birds fly after her. You watch curiously as the birds perch on the bartop and glare at you with a distinct
malice. Their eyes burn with a dangerous fire, but the tenderess herself appears to be friendly as she smiles very mysteriously
and grabs a glass off the back wall, "What can I get you?" she asks in a voice smooth as oil and twice as black.
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