The backroom of the stable. The smell of leather floats through the air here.
This is a tightly locked place. You should be very cold now. There is a
wishing fountain with 7 buttons on it. Hay lines the floor. Above you is a
cold, still, clear night sky. A third quarter moon hangs in the sky.
There are no obvious exits.

Aydjen [party]: the English in here is strikingly beautiful ;-)

You hear Therp laugh.