In the secluded Eastern wing of the schoolyard a single building stood not much taller than a single story home. Its rectangular shape dragged on for what seemed like miles, and the building itself was tinted an odd green hue from the stained glass that decorated every panel that compromised the house of plants. This framed building was coated with a strange scent, something hinting at its strange inhabitants. Inside of this glass domicile yards and yard of plants lined the building. Rows upon rows were dug perfectly straight and as narrow as a grave. These poured forth countless vines, numerous bulbs and infinite blooms that caused the place to have a radiant air to it.
The walls were lined with wooden tables, mostly made of oak wood. The scent of these tables blended perfectly with the pollen drifting thickly through the air. On each of these tables, small potted plants could be found, some looking unique and rare, others simple and boring. Atop of these tables, shelves hung, creating an overcast to shade the plants below. On these shelves, columns upon columns of vials filled with every shade of any color you could imagine.
In the rear right hand corner, two small desks were set up with different tools of unknown origin and plants that could hold the key to many medical advances that the world had yet discovered. This seemed to be the workplace of a familiar character to this sanctum. The entire greenhouse was owned by the Arlet family, and a certain elven man tended to it each day. Mouse called this building his second home, his secret retreat, and the one place that his thirst for the outside world and discovery could be quenched. And upon his arrival at the Sanctum, he offered it as a retreat for any of those who wish to revel in the glory of these plants.
The walls were lined with wooden tables, mostly made of oak wood. The scent of these tables blended perfectly with the pollen drifting thickly through the air. On each of these tables, small potted plants could be found, some looking unique and rare, others simple and boring. Atop of these tables, shelves hung, creating an overcast to shade the plants below. On these shelves, columns upon columns of vials filled with every shade of any color you could imagine.
In the rear right hand corner, two small desks were set up with different tools of unknown origin and plants that could hold the key to many medical advances that the world had yet discovered. This seemed to be the workplace of a familiar character to this sanctum. The entire greenhouse was owned by the Arlet family, and a certain elven man tended to it each day. Mouse called this building his second home, his secret retreat, and the one place that his thirst for the outside world and discovery could be quenched. And upon his arrival at the Sanctum, he offered it as a retreat for any of those who wish to revel in the glory of these plants.
Those who exit find themselves drawn back to its warm embrace.
