[Ice Festival Grounds, Wilderness Walk]
The stand of barren trees grows thicker as the path winds its way deeper into the dormant forest. Up on one of the leafless oak branches sits a snowy owl, nonchalantly staring at the happenings of a tent nestled into the tree line. Near the tent an Elf leans against a tree, chuckling in reply to the thumps and light laughter emanating from the patchwork canvas walls.
Obvious paths: south, northeast.