[Festival Pavilion, Behind the Snakeskin Curtain]
Two S'Kra acolytes wander back and forth, straightening tables and restocking the merchandise as they go along. A king cobra sits coiled within a large glass display case, its tongue flitting in and out as seems to watch the goings on around it. You also see a worn wooden table with some stuff on it and an ebony counter with some stuff on it.
Obvious exits: out.