[Ice Festival Grounds, Western Cluster]
A large silverwillow stretches its branches over the fairway, dropping an occasional icicle on unsuspecting passersby. An elusive scent drifts up from the west, hinting of festival goodies that lie beyond. Curious shoppers pass in and out of tents, looking for that special something. You also see a small poorly patched wagon and a vibrant scarlet tent with fluttering silk banners.
Obvious paths: north, east, northwest.