[Grubby's Mole Smashin' Emporium]
Though frayed, taut ropes rise to the peak of the tent's tattered canvas, presumably holding its structure intact. A gust catches the tent outside, and, rather than felt, is seen as a curved wave rising up one side and washing down the other, sending the bristly ropes into an awkward dance and indicating that they are indeed fastened to nothing at all. You also see a mole-smashing game.
Obvious exits: north, west.