[Northern Exposure Clothiers]
A sales clerk moves from customer to customer within the roughly hewn oak wagon, while another works to replenish the stock displayed on various mannequins. Silver-painted wooden blades hang against crudely tanned furs upon the splintered walls, and a brass spittoon squats silently in one corner near the exit. You also see a black mannequin with some stuff on it, a brown mannequin with some stuff on it, a green mannequin with some stuff on it, a tan mannequin with some stuff on it, a grey mannequin with some stuff on it, a low wooden counter with some stuff on it, a kilt tree with some stuff on it, and a knife-scarred door.
Obvious exits: none.