[Grubby's Mole Smashin' Emporium]
Stitched together out of everything from mud-stained flags and old sales fliers to clerical robes and even Gorbesh battle banners, the sides of the tent ripple as the wind outside blows, allowing but the merest of whistling breezes through the gaps in its poorly fashioned form. You also see a mole-smashing game.
Obvious exits: south, out.