[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: