Rooms

  Tall black gates are here, resting open, the thin and ornately decorated

bars more impractical than functional.  Almost like a birdcage, the gates are

a true work of art, the uppermost portions depicting a wrought iron dragon

that curls around and betwixt the bars.  Roses of crimson so deep they are

nearly black twine throughout the fencing, giving an elegant first

impression of the Province of Tharagavverug.  The trail to the south leads

toward a dusty trail surrounding a large, dark city.