[Jousting Grounds, Entry]
Glacial winds whip through the massive iron-banded oak doors and catch at the banners lining the walls. The snapping of fabric against stone mingles with the shrill cries of the crowds hurrying to find their places in the nearby viewing stands and the hoarse calls of the bookmakers as the competition progresses. You also see the stairs and the healer's tent.
Obvious paths: southeast.