Before The Tavern                                      -      N      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
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A biting cold wind gusts its way past the barren path fronting the
tavern, devoid of flowers and grass, chilling to the bone.  A few steps to
the north are oaken doors ajar, the entrance of a babbling tavern from which
much sound and fury issues.  The light seeping out through the doors, under
the creaking, worn sign of a amazingly buxom wench, is warm and friendly -
beckoning for the exhausted wanderer to approach and make merry.  Further to
the west is a solemn and silent structure catering for those of a more
equine persuasion, and the path towards the uninviting wilds stretches out
to the east.