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The bamboo wind chime by the door rings as you open the door to the Blacktemple Opium Den. You are also greeted with the strong scent of a pungent-smelling smoke... The main room is colored with a dark brown, orange, red and gold color scheme, and there is smoke just about everywhere in the establishment.
Anata greets you silently from where she stands, and Aumu takes notice and slowly greets you as well, just as silent as Anata did.
McMillian is sitting in the corner on a pillow, warming the opium over a oil lamp so he can put it in the pipe and smoke it.
Seems like he's tired and wanted to take a break.
Seems like he's tired and wanted to take a break.
Cassandra was muttering something about a brown-haired idiot while she walked over to a seat and plopped down, setting up the hookah. "I can't believe that idiot has the nerve to purposely lock me out of the castle. I'm so glad I have self-control, because I would have punched his 'pretty' little face by now." Cassandra said, still mumbling to herself.
A young man sat alone, towards the back of the den. He was sniffling a bit as he looked down at his novel. Was he crying? No, he just had allergies.. Which really annoyed him. He shook his head a bit, his brows furrowing as he continued to concentrate on the book.
Once she finished up preparations, she popped the pipe in her mouth and slowly took a drag from it, closing her eyes when she did so.
She took the pipe out of her mouth, opened her eyes and slowly blew out the smoke after holding it for a bit.
She took the pipe out of her mouth, opened her eyes and slowly blew out the smoke after holding it for a bit.
Snow White walked in, his eyes a lit with joy at all the pretty decorations.