[Ice Festival Grounds]
Large silverwillows skirt the narrow path as it splits off at this small fork. Their branches lean ominously outward into the road, naked claws stretching to grasp out at any semblance of life beneath their deathly shawls of ice. Festive orange, gold, and green streamers dress the trees in outfits of contradiction, trying to lessen the malevolent countenance they cast over the area. You also see a smoke-scented grey tent.
Obvious paths: south, east, northwest.