At the Southern Gate of Sigil                          -      #      - 
(-------------------------------------------------)     W <---(M)---> E
                                                        -      S      -

As you stare up at the massive ironbound gates, you gaze in wonder at the
size of the nails used to bind the wood and iron.  How is it possible for
any human to handle a nail the size of their head?  Your musings are cut
short by the ever increasing noise coming from the traffic entering the
city.  
    You sense a hidden life form in the area.

A heavily armored guard stands here.