[Darjuan Quarter, Tent
City]
The trail narrows slightly, making passage through the throng of inhabitants
somewhat more difficult. A small tent lies close to the trail, wooden boards
placed before the flap to form a homemade porch. Upon the boards sits a rusty
metal stool that appears to have held up through many years. The smell of frying
food drifts in from the west.
You also see a rusty metal stool, a tent flap, Hvarlut Tvathog who is sitting
and a threadbare towel with some stuff on it.
You notice exits leading north, south, and west.
On a threadbare towel: