[The Threads of Fate]
Tendrils of perfumed smoke coil lazily up from incense burners positioned beside the tent flap. A woolen carpet covers the stubble left by the recent haying, cushioning the tent's floor. In one corner, a small hand-loom leans against a low wooden chair, half-hidden behind a sandalwood screen. Finely woven tapestries are on display along the walls of the tent. You also see a smooth table with some stuff on it, a wooden clothes rack with some stuff on it, a series of tent poles with some stuff on it and a tent flap.
Obvious exits: none.