Golden light spills out of the workshop as you push the door open and step inside. Beeswax candles glow on a mahogany desk at the center of the room. Hand-carved vines and flowers flow down thick legs that taper into lion paws, and a sheaf of blank papers is spread over the surface of the desk.

As you approach, a pen rolls off the desk and comes to rest at your feet. You pick it up, pulling off the cap as if unsheathing a blade, and feel the spirit of inspiration that lingers in this place. There is a soft thump as a chair appears behind you, and you realize that you have been invited to take the storyteller’s seat.