Take a small black kettle, a china tea pot, some fire wood, a jar of Oolong Tea and two small porcelain cups down to the riverside.
Far from the heart of the Rococon Empire, and at the edge of the southern sea, there lies a scattering of tropical islands, where the ships of traders pause to take on water and the intrigues of diplomacy lurk under an idyllic cloak On one these islands can be found the Wyverns’ Roost – a Tavern, a trading place, and the office of the islands Rococon Governor. He doesn’t do much governing – but he does run an excellent tavern -and employs an unusual bard …
The House had layers.
Do you see them passing, do you hear the ringing of quiet bells?