Coriaxis
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**You enter a spacious chamber, hung with shadows. The only light comes in with you, from the Main Haven you have just departed. You wonder if perhaps the room is not occupied after all, when a denseness in the gloom catches your eye.
The Elven form steps away from the Shadows lurking in the back of the room and bows lowly to you. His long, straight Crystal-White hair falls out of the dusky traveling cloak that shrouds his tall, extraordinarily lithe and thin frame.
As he pulls back the loose hood, you see that his skin glows with a faint ice-blue luminescence, and his eyes are fully one color – a deep and fascinating shade of emerald. He approaches you and you notice specks of quicksilver, like chips of glass, sparkling in the green orbs. He blinks once and they begin to radiate a pale light, illuminating the shadows directly surrounding his face.
He walks over to the stone fireplace and brings his hand out from underneath his cloak, and you notice that he has no finger-nails. He holds his hand palm-up in front of him, and a flicker begins to dance on his finger-tips. It grows in strength and becomes a flame, and kneeling down, he places it in the hearth, where it starts to crackle and heat the room, despite the absence of wood. The room is now devoid of any darkness, and it seems to make the Elf slightly ill-at-ease, but he does not voice his discomfort. Instead, he looks directly at you, and motions for you to sit down.
You now take a moment to look at the room. A plain bed inhabits the farthest corner, to the left of the door, which opens from the directly opposite diagonal corner. There is a window looking out from the adjacent wall, and the fireplace is opposite the window, near the bed, with a plain armchair to the fore. A simple Table-and-Chairs arrangement sits under the window, and you see a feather pen, an ink bottle of deep-blue ink, and a stack of parchment residing there. Cubbyhole shelves line the back wall behind the table, and they are filled with scrolls and other papers. Each shelf is labeled to correspond with a part of the Inn. There is a chest of drawers below the shelves, also labeled. Another door, placed between the shelves and the bed, leads out of the room, presumably to a closet or washroom. You take the armchair, as it is closest to the heat of the fire. The Elf removes his cloak and drapes it over a hook affixed to the wall next to the door you entered through. The hook is shaped to be a pewter Dragon, whose outstretched forelimbs hold the cloak. The Elf languidly walks over to take the chair behind the table, and he moves it near the fire. He sees you looking at the Dragon-hook, and as he sits down he motions toward it and finally speaks:**
~~That was wrought for me by a very good friend of mine, Draes. She is a Dragon herself, albeit an extremely eccentric one. She is a wonderful CraftWorker, among many other things, and she has helped me greatly with the establishment of this Inn, though she would never take any credit for it. I am very grateful to her. Although you can find her Lair through the Haven, she also has her own room here. But it is rather difficult to find.~~
**A faint trace of amusement passes over his features and is gone.**
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