I'm going to merge a bunch of descriptions and some later changes into one description >.>
It's a small room with heavy whitewashed beams in the ceiling. Hung from some of the beams are bundles of herbs, onions, and roots. There is a workbench on one side of the room, covered with items like leather books and crooked bottles. The workbench has tall stools beneath it There's a sink beside the workbench, filled with buckets with fresh flowers and some odd experimental flowers--as well as an old, brown human skull. There's a small alcove in the corner with more tubs of plants in it.
On one side of the room is an empty fireplace, and placed in front of it is a chair with a cushion on it. Another wall has a stairway with an arched space below it, hung with shells and pictures and other decorations. The cubbyhole itself has a few rugs under it, as well as a folding bed with a straw mattress.
The room has five low, black doors. Four of them aren't real, however; they're just painted walls. But the door through which you enter the room has a square wooden knob set into the lintel above it with a dab of paint on each of its four sides: yellow, purple, orange, and black. Near the door, a guitar leans against the wall in one corner. There is a window set into the same wall as the door, which looks out upon a quaint but bustling town called Market Chipping.
Anyone who enters this room will hear the ghost of voices - the cracked and spitting voice of Calcifer, the fire demon, who seems to be going on about a contract. The voice of Howl, a Welshman who sometimes complains about Sophie, other times speaks of being in mourning, and occasionally mentions a Witch and a curse. There is also the voice of Michael, a boy of 15, eager but thoughtful as he struggles with spells. And sometimes, though the items themselves don't move, there's the sound of out-of-tune guitar twangings and the yattering of teeth from the human skull.
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It's a small room with heavy whitewashed beams in the ceiling. Hung from some of the beams are bundles of herbs, onions, and roots. There is a workbench on one side of the room, covered with items like leather books and crooked bottles. The workbench has tall stools beneath it There's a sink beside the workbench, filled with buckets with fresh flowers and some odd experimental flowers--as well as an old, brown human skull. There's a small alcove in the corner with more tubs of plants in it.
On one side of the room is an empty fireplace, and placed in front of it is a chair with a cushion on it. Another wall has a stairway with an arched space below it, hung with shells and pictures and other decorations. The cubbyhole itself has a few rugs under it, as well as a folding bed with a straw mattress.
The room has five low, black doors. Four of them aren't real, however; they're just painted walls. But the door through which you enter the room has a square wooden knob set into the lintel above it with a dab of paint on each of its four sides: yellow, purple, orange, and black. Near the door, a guitar leans against the wall in one corner. There is a window set into the same wall as the door, which looks out upon a quaint but bustling town called Market Chipping.
Anyone who enters this room will hear the ghost of voices - the cracked and spitting voice of Calcifer, the fire demon, who seems to be going on about a contract. The voice of Howl, a Welshman who sometimes complains about Sophie, other times speaks of being in mourning, and occasionally mentions a Witch and a curse. There is also the voice of Michael, a boy of 15, eager but thoughtful as he struggles with spells. And sometimes, though the items themselves don't move, there's the sound of out-of-tune guitar twangings and the yattering of teeth from the human skull.