A Dusty Doorway                                        -      -      - 
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Past a pair of squeaky swinging doors lies the entrance to The
Longbranch, the local tavern.  The frontiersmen spend most of their evenings
here, and some of the more alcohol-fueled ones spend their entire days here,
playing cards and drinking.  A line of hooks runs along the northern wall,
affording space for hats and coats.  The bar runs south along the western
wall.  The climate is warm, and the population is loud, but overall this is
a very comfortable place.  
A dreadfully obnoxious man spins gleefully around the room.