[Agalith Lane, Festival Entrance]
Dozens of tents and stalls form a twisted maze of dusty paths that wind between tent stakes and piled crates. Curious shadows seem to slink between the darkened pavilions, and the air is alive with exotic smells and indistinct whispers. You also see a midnight blue tent, a Shard Liberation Festival box of rosettes, a rough oak wagon, a sandy tent painted with parading chickens, a sky-blue canvas pavilion painted with fanciful butterflies, the alley entrance, and a circular silk tent.
Obvious paths: southwest.