You pay your money and step inside....
[Tunnel of Sorrow, Dock]
Cracked and warped slabs of wood have been crudely lashed together with some sort of thorny vine and laid across a series of rotting pilings to create an unstable and makeshift dock. A chill breeze laden with the heavy stench of rotting vegetation oozes along chill currents of air like tendrils of noisome fog. A hooded figure crooks a bony figure and gestures silently at a ramshackle boat bobbing in the dark water. You also see some shallow boats.
Obvious paths: out.