A piece of vellum nailed to a beveled wooden board hangs from Roanhorse's door. The wine colored drapery of the largest window is pulled shut, obscuring the street's view of the shop's interior save for a sliver of darkness, lending a peek into a lifeless storefront.
On occasion, two bodiless, twinkling amber eyes peer out from within.
Closed Until Further Notice
Please see Jacob Mauler to settle any outstanding debts.
