Gaze Upon A Crown Of Copper

Behold the Copper Crown, a true jewel in the Hazelnut Inn’s coronet — a chateau of kingly splendour.

Upon thy approach, thou shalt cross a bridge over a shimmering moat to find a private courtyard garden, where the air is heavy with the scent of roses and the murmur of bubbling water and offers rest, to the weary knight or lady, beneath the watchful gaze of the heavens.

Step then within, where the craft of many masters is revealed in timber, stone, and light. Above —  a tower bedchamber is draped in such finery as to tempt a weary monarch to sleep and dream of tourneys and triumphs past. And also a deep soaker tub awaits to wash away the dust of the long road.

Below — a galley, well-stocked with fine victuals and refreshing cordials, stands ready to sustain thy strength for the quests of the morrow. And for the scholar, a hidden passage — tucked away like a dragon’s hoard — leads to a secret reading nook, the very place for poring over dusty tomes or contemplating the quintessence of thy soul.

Verily, the Copper Crown is a wondrous sanctuary, where the spirit of romance is breaths from every stone. It is a place where the banners of the heart may fly high, and where one might, for a night or two, forget the ticking of the clock and remember the older, truer rhythm of the world.