There is a small bilding siting on a hill in the distence of the tea room. Looking down over the land that lie befor it. The red door that sat squear on teh shack of a bilding was scratched with pain chiping off of it. A brass nob sat on the door barly holding its self on.

One the door is opened, a seating room biger in size then the shack it self wiht coutches and chears litering the room. Doors in to off rooms both bedrooms and prizet meeting rooms litered the walls wiht candels flouting around in the air, there light flickered as the wind shifted in the room. All the chears faced the back wall witch held a grand high back chear, made of stone with a cremson coushon siting on it.