Nothing Comes Easy
When Hawkmoon agrees to join him, Sharps smiles broadly. "Bring that brand in here, we'll smoke an' talk out back."
The door gives way with ease; as it 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.
A broom and bucket are in the corner, and it seems evident Sharps has made an effort to pick up the dead leaves and debris from the floor prior to the group's arrival. There is a light scent of smoky essence here, as if there has been some pipework here earlier in the day.
Sharps waves off the scrap, using the candle instead to light his pipe. "Sorry, no stools," Sharps says, "I rousted them to the dinner table."
As Hawkmoon takes in the scene, Sharps says, "I been here exactly one day. One minute I was on a mountain, lookin' for herbs, and the next- I'm on my ass in the sand." He takes a pull from his pipe. "How 'bout yous? Been here long?"
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