The Midnight Rose

Picture this! You are walking down a moonlit dirt path, listening to an occasional owl hoot or the quick scurry of little legs. The party is exhausted but you must travel on to reach the village in time. But then you stumble upon a small rose off the path that only caught your eye because of a glint off a thorn. As you bend to pick it up, you notice the softness of the deep navy blue petals, almost feels as soft as a pillow. After a moment you look at the rest of this new flower. It has a black stem and black thorns. Then that glint that caught your eye is a little blood on one of those thorns. Well that's odd you think as you go to pick it up, But you weren't careful enough as you prick your finger on a thorn. Roll me a Constitution saving throw to see if you can resist the cozy sleepy temptation of The Midnight Rose!