[Darjuan Quarter, Tent City]
A fierce rhythm thunders through the air arising from a small ring of tents. On the ground opposite the dwellings sits a large drum circle. Professional performers and amateurs alike fill the circle, each focusing intently on their strokes and the sound they produce, oblivious to the group of spectators that has formed. Nearby, a man sits cross-legged atop a rug with several instruments displayed before him.
You also see a colorful rug with some stuff on it, a drumming circle, a practice drum and Zotok Fteg who is sitting.
You notice an exit leading west.

On a colorful rug: