The first thing one notices upon entering The Resplendent
Vision, the most well-known opium den in the city of Coramor is the dreamy
smoke that hangs heavy in the air, exhaled by the multitude of reclining bodies.
It surrounds the habitual user, the addict, like a blanket, warmed by fire and
ready to banish the bone-chill of a cold evening. To the staff, it was like a
tapestry, a feature of the room, but unnoticed unless someone drew attention to
it. To everyone else, it was like the gases that sometimes escaped the mine
near the city, noxious and vertigo-inducing.
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