It takes only few minutes to reach the central square from the Seneschal's Public House. It's a picturesque, relatively small, square, surrounded by high, timber-framed stone buildings - mainly houses - with high gabled roofs and some fine decorations; a big white fountain with angel-like sculptures is placed in the exact centre. There's very few people around - a couple of old nobles with two young pages following them; a girl dressed as nursemaid with a five years old kid, playing at the fountain; and a young blonde man, wearing light armor over seemingly priest robes and with shield and hammer on his back, wandering around.<br/><br/>You easily spot the Rose Blossom: its facade is entirely crimson painted, and the wooden frames are covered by tangled golden-painted trimmings, recalling floral compositions, and purple veils and curtains. "The Rose Blossom" is written in large fancy letters on a sign over the door. A delicious scent slips outside the open, shining door.