A Dirt Path                                            -      -      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
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Past the tavern doors is a trampled trail that has seen more four-or-
more-legged traffic than two, the bright daises on the roadside crushed and
trampled by uncaring iron-shod hoofbeats.  The red and white flowers are
still present, though existing warily and safely back from the track and
well out of the way of any stray mount, abandoning such dangerous territory
to dead grass and vile weed.  A structure that can only be the stables is a
ways down the western path, while light spills from the ajar tavern doors
directly to the east.  
A menacing rogue swaggers about, an evil grin suggesting malicious intent.