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Aesha · May 21, 2006, 06:41 AM

With the rebuilding of the Crown, gone was the old, concealed and secret passageway and staircase that led to the apartments of the proprietress of old. Now, with the new layout and design, Zenthia's apartment now stood proudly on the first floor, down a small corridor that branched off the main one that contained the rooms of that level.

Despite the fact that the apartments were no longer hidden away in the old eccentricities of the old layout of the tavern, they were no less lavish. Once again the doors to her apartments themselves were made of mature wood, carved delicately with a scene of creeping ivy vines. It was not unusual to find a bodyguard, though dressed not in the cerulean blue of the guards below, lurking in the corridor to his mistresses chambers. No one got through unless they had explicit permission, were accompanied by a trusted staff member, or knew Zenthia inimately. Despite that fact, potential visitors were always searched for weapons. Over the years, the landlady of the Crown had made a lot of enemies.

The apartments themselves had been split into several rooms - the lady lived there after all - but the one that guests only ever saw was the study, the room directly hiding behind the double wood doors. The floor was covered with a deep piled crimson carpet, and all the furniture was matching, finished in a highly polished mahogany in an elaborate style. On the walls, various paintings hung that were no doubt rare, expensive and painted by the empire's best artists. Clearly, no expenses had been spared in this room.

But, if anything, the grandeur of the room was dampened by the figure of the woman sitting behind the large mahogany desk that graced the center of the room. Her figure was slim and graceful, decked in a lavish crimson gown that wouldn't look out of place on a princess or Queen. Around her thin neck hung several golden chains, each adorned with tasteful gems and baubles. Her raven black hair was tied up in an incredible swirling bun, entwined with a string of rubies that sparkled in the torch-light of the study. Eyes, dark as green jade in shadow, would look a newcomer over with an odd sense of examination. Needless to say, the figure at the desk was one Zenthia Tilosaro, owner of the Crown Inn and Tavern.

May 21, 2006, 06:41 AM	#1 (permalink)
Aesha Former Staff Join Date: May 2002 Posts: 3,508 Blog Entries: 3 Total Awards: 5	[Location] Zenthia's Apartments With the rebuilding of the Crown, gone was the old, concealed and secret passageway and staircase that led to the apartments of the proprietress of old. Now, with the new layout and design, Zenthia's apartment now stood proudly on the first floor, down a small corridor that branched off the main one that contained the rooms of that level. Despite the fact that the apartments were no longer hidden away in the old eccentricities of the old layout of the tavern, they were no less lavish. Once again the doors to her apartments themselves were made of mature wood, carved delicately with a scene of creeping ivy vines. It was not unusual to find a bodyguard, though dressed not in the cerulean blue of the guards below, lurking in the corridor to his mistresses chambers. No one got through unless they had explicit permission, were accompanied by a trusted staff member, or knew Zenthia inimately. Despite that fact, potential visitors were always searched for weapons. Over the years, the landlady of the Crown had made a lot of enemies. The apartments themselves had been split into several rooms - the lady lived there after all - but the one that guests only ever saw was the study, the room directly hiding behind the double wood doors. The floor was covered with a deep piled crimson carpet, and all the furniture was matching, finished in a highly polished mahogany in an elaborate style. On the walls, various paintings hung that were no doubt rare, expensive and painted by the empire's best artists. Clearly, no expenses had been spared in this room. But, if anything, the grandeur of the room was dampened by the figure of the woman sitting behind the large mahogany desk that graced the center of the room. Her figure was slim and graceful, decked in a lavish crimson gown that wouldn't look out of place on a princess or Queen. Around her thin neck hung several golden chains, each adorned with tasteful gems and baubles. Her raven black hair was tied up in an incredible swirling bun, entwined with a string of rubies that sparkled in the torch-light of the study. Eyes, dark as green jade in shadow, would look a newcomer over with an odd sense of examination. Needless to say, the figure at the desk was one Zenthia Tilosaro, owner of the Crown Inn and Tavern.