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For information on our new location?
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Deep within the Lavender Beds sits a small building with a dark red roof.

The facade is one of Doman architecture and at odds with the surrounding greenery and Glade structures around it.

 

Strings of lights hang  from the building’s awnings—their twinkling akin to dancing glowflies,

creating a welcoming atmosphere to those that spot the structure from afar.

 

 

 

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A placard sits outside by the front gate, beckoning passersby to come and take a look at the weather-proofed

menu it holds that has clearly seen its fair share of rainy showers and sunny days.

 

A plethora of mixed cocktails, beers and tasty home comfort foods are listed on the menu as a

tantalizing promise of good food and drink to anyone who sets foot inside.
 

 

“Welcome to The Sanguine Shadow.”

 

 

Entering the establishment, visitors are greeted by a long, dimly lit hallway, the walls littered with paraphernalia.

Notices and wanted posters are haphazardly stuck to the dark red stucco that runs the length of the gloomy interior.

 

 

At a glance, the hallway appears to be vacant, but soon the illusion is dispelled. The dim atmosphere is broken into by the

sounds and sights of life. Busy-looking people pass through, carrying what appears to be deliveries down the hall and out the

front door while others sit and talk in a huddled group in the small room just off the main hallway.

 

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At the end of the hall, visitors must turn either left or right.

 

 

To the right lies an archway leading to a stairwell, a faint glow of light visible from below.

To the left sits a lone wooden door with no sign in sight.

 

 

However, most visitors don’t get as far as touching the door knob before they’re greeted by a highlander in an apron,

one who looks far more suited for pummelling people than working as the chef for the establishment.

 

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“Are you looking for the boss-man?”  the highlander asks.

A plume of smoke curls up from the lit cigar nestled in the corner of the man’s mouth.

His eyes narrow, as if issuing an unspoken warning.

 

 

How you answer will determine how far down the rabbit hole you go.

 

 

Will you find yourself seated on a stool down in the bar, being served one of the establishment’s signature cocktails?

Or will you find yourself hustled through the wooden door to discover what truly lies at the heart of this small building?  

 

 

Your answer will set you on a path.

Because you have not only found The Sanguine Shadow…

You’ve found the home of Umbra.

 

 

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