[Festival Pavilion, Behind the Shimmering Curtain]
Dwarven acolytes busy themselves by tending to the customers as they wander in to make their purchases. A black raven sits upon a perch in the corner, squawking loudly every so often to make its presence known. You also see a worn wooden table with some stuff on it and a frosted glass counter with some stuff on it.
Obvious exits: out.