Of the Man Himself
Diannen emigrated to Sicerrone in the year 1392 after the reconstruction efforts following the War of Magi Ascension. He was an Ehrlen of Mahangangahere and little else was known about him. None knew his last name, nor where he amassed his fortunes.
When asked about himself, he would simply reply "I am a simple man who enjoys fine things; a strong smoke next to sweet coffee".
The owner of the lounge was also a frequent customer of the establishment. Although he still donned the traditional mask available to all at the entrance, he wore a unique gold-trimmed cloak to identify himself as he had no fears of anyone finding out his name. Diannen often sat in public booths, playing games with and offering rounds of drinks to guests who would entertain him with their company.
Throughout his career, he would be criticized and questioned on his harsh policies regarding gambling and sex work within his lounge. Diannen always stated that he had no problem with gambling and was actually a fan of it himself, however, he believed that it should only be performed sober. He looked down on establishments that would take advantage of intoxicated guests and con them out of their money on already rigged games. As to the ban on sex work within the lounge, he would say "What two consenting partners agree to take before sex is their own dealings behind closed doors; no one under the influence can rightly consent to a stranger, and I plan on everyone being under the influence of something while within my walls."
Diannen's Den became his home for nearly seventy years after its grand opening. He died of lung complications after years of warnings from doctors and concerned patrons who encouraged him to lower his smoking habits. Diannen waved off these concerns with claims that he was living his best life possible, and "If I am to die with a drink in one hand and a set of dice in the other, then I will die happy." He died a legend of entertainment on the the 2nd of Kirust in 1459, in the exact manner as he predicted.
On the day after his death, almost every head of establishments in the entertainment district of Sicerrone shut their locations down for the evening as they led a funeral march through town with his cadaver dressed in his regular cloak. On every anniversary of his death since, many of the same locations will offer a free cup of coffee to all guests, and the members of Diannen's Den will have a toast to his memory.
Among the rooms for rent in the back of the lounge, the one he always stayed in has been kept unavailable for purchase and in mint condition in tribute to the deceased owner. The bed is unkempt and covered in loose tobacco leaf and the closet is nearly empty. Donning its walls are a series of trinkets and artworks, along with a collection of masks from Diannon's favored compatriots who passed on before him.
His mask now hangs alongside them.
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