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Post by Toris Saren on Feb 6, 2006 18:18:20 GMT -5
Toris, unhappy with the quality of pre-existing art supply stores, reasoned, in his unique fashion, that he might as well open one himself. And so he did. Too flighty to manage the store himself, Toris can nevertheless be found here quite often. The old building, in a state of glorious disrepair, holds countless tools and instruments of beauty in its oddly-proportioned rooms. The courtyard garden, with its solitary willow tree and reflecting pond, and the adjoining studio are the site of lessons, exhibitions, and open studios for beginning and experienced artists alike. The rooms in the upper two floors are used for boarding, storage, exhibition, and solitary work and reflection. The front door, a sculpted and scarred mahogany construct, is framed by an arched doorway and display windows. Above it hangs a simple white sign. Adorned with a graceful rendition of the old willow in the courtyard-- Toris' handiwork-- it reads, in stylized brush strokes:
The Willow Fine Art Supplies
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Post by Tinnu Hargweth on Apr 23, 2006 14:00:03 GMT -5
Tinnu slips into the shop and quickly closes the door. They haven't seen her. Good. Idiot humans and their lynch mobs these days. It's really getting worse and worse. She looks around. Now where does she find herself? Hm, interesting. She starts looking around the place.
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