Accursed Mists Be Damned
Let me have an Int. check
The door gives way with ease as you gently press upon it. As the door slowly swings to the side, a beautiful, vibrant image begins to unfold. The room itself, at least at its core of construction, appears to have been just a simple sleeping chamber, perhaps, at one time. It's current use, however, is far removed from its original intention.
The rafters are bereft of any thatch and are instead covered by panes of brilliantly colored glass. With the sun shining brightly outside, it gives the room a very ethereal, otherworldly quality. The room itself has been refitted to a be a greenhouse. Pots of all shapes and sizes fill the room, each bursting with some sort of fragrant, colorful flowers and foliage. Towards the back of the room sits what appears to be a small alter or work table of some sort.