[Ice Festival Grounds, Northwest Cluster]
Dozens of tents and wagons form a semi-circle around the snowy clearing, while paths wind relentlessly between them. The shrill shouting of an auctioneer and the pounding of his gavel ring sharply across the breeze. Under a large willow tree, a wooden bench looks like a nice place to take a rest and eavesdrop on the passing patrons. You also see Drevun, a strange metal contraption and a massive crimson tent.
Obvious paths: east, west, northeast, southeast.