This wide, blue-tiled street could accomodate a large host of people,

but presently is completely deserted. A howling wind sends echoes

bouncing off of the stone walls, and blows a foul gritty dust into

your eyes. Three streets cross here, forming an arrowhead against the

city wall to the west. A collapsed building blocks the southern fork,

its massive stone debris providing no passage. To the east, an odd

darkened tunnel looms ominously.