Room 23

 

23- Allspice Sage

This rooms doors are greased iron dogs, closed and sealed, but operable with turning of the cog.

The room is filled with allspice, inches and inches, a fine dust coats the walls and ceilings, with small v’s of the powder along the wall, like a meniscus in a beaker.

When this room is entered, as sifting wind is heard, and the sage will form, as twirling motes twist and blow with unseen hands like wind and will of waves.

The smell is overpowering, and all-encompassing – and the Allspice Sage will form.

It will answer questions – is wise beyond comprehension in it’s own fashion.

It thinks deeply, and constantly – does not sleep or know the world beyond what it was told and informed through being cultivated as allspice.

It would like more allspice, does not like to be removed in any fraction from the room, and cannot tolerate fire – powders of it’s sort are very flammable if airborne.

The room is roughly 26X15 feet, each hallways/passage in and out is around 5 feet wide.