[Festival Pavilion, Behind the Boarskin Curtain]
Gor'Tog acolytes, towering over the crowd, seem almost out of place in such a small area. Their large hands meticulously replace and straighten up merchandise as it is worked over by the endless crowd of people wandering in and out. You also see a worn wooden table with some stuff on it, a scratched wooden counter with some stuff on it and an ebony weapons rack with a brass-hilted bastard sword on it.
Obvious exits: out.