[The Mind's Eye]
Lengths of rich purple velvet line the walls, draping out and away from the gaethzen lamp at the tent's apex to pool on the floor with careless abandon. You also see a polished black rack with a threadbare purple cloak on it, a gilded pedestal with a blindfold on it, a woven silk tapestry with some stuff on it, and a ragged tent flap.
Obvious exits: none.