[Festival Pavilion, Behind the Ebony Curtain]
Soft twittering notes are heard throughout this section of the pavilion, coming from a caged nightingale sitting in the corner. Acolytes dressed in dark robes wander back and forth, stocking and rearranging the merchandise, never once looking up at the customers as they wander by. A stuffed life-like panther sits crouched in the corner, seemingly watching as customers wander in and out. You also see a scratched ebonwood counter with some stuff on it and a worn wooden table with some stuff on it.
Obvious exits: out.