Kagen's room (#4320)

This is a stuffy old room, cobwebs filling most corners. Dust stirs as you walk around, swirling about your ankles in sneeze inspiring tendrils of gray. There's a lot of stuffy old pillows and rugs that might've been cheery and inviting if they weren't so dusty. It's not very big, but you might see how the pillows and rugs are arranged to allow a lot of people to find a seat anyway. People who don't mind getting dusty. Somehow, there's a a vast, unbelievably large amount of shelf space. It looks weird, so much shelf in such a small room. Someone clearly ignored physics and size constraints. What's even more odd is that the shelves are filled with the ruins of tiny little houses. There's even miniature bracken farmland where fleas left only their skeletons as the bugs they parasited left long ago. There's even tumbleweeds between some of the ruined houses. Amidst these ruined miniature houses is a perfect, unscathed, pristine white marble temple. It is very well tended to. Also on the shelves are two vases, filled with long ago placed roses, which are miraculously still pretty, even if a bit dusty. There's no water in either vase, though. There's a bunch of old, worn crossbow bolts in the west wall which sports a lot of holes where bolts either were removed or fell to the floor. Also, there's a completely illegible sign on that same wall. Between the rugs, there's the skeleton of a fairly odd bird. Maybe some sort of penguin? In the middle of the floor is a seven-foot wide circle with a heptagram, covered in writings in some ancient, forgotten alphabet. The lines of the heptagram, circle and writings are alight in fitfully flickering red and green. The heptagram is broken by a narrow yet deep chasm which emanates an eerie green glow.

You see Foenique and Mews here.
Kagen is here.

This room has no conventional exits.

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