[Gorand's Wagon, Showroom]
The scent of stale cigar smoke blends with that of strong ale, creating an acrid odor that assaults the senses of anyone unlucky enough to be standing within this cramped showroom. Smoke-scarred walls merge with the scuffed floor, providing an unsightly foundation for this unkempt wagon. Set into the far wall is a battered modwir door with a hastily scrawled parchment tacked onto its splintery surface. You also see a low wooden table with some stuff on it and a battered clothing rack with some stuff on it.
Obvious exits: out.