Before a Pair of Black Iron Gates                      -      #      - 
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You are standing before a gate made of black wrought iron, twisted into
fantastic shapes and creatures of lore - or are they recent races?  Tall,
forbidding spikes point skyward.  Beyond the intricate designs of the gate
lies the fabulous (and notorious) walls of Hotel Hello.  A stone walkway
slopes gently down to the south, leading back to the docks.