Fisherman's Row(n, e and s)
The smell of fish lingers to the east side of the city, growing stronger to the southeast corner of the city where the fishermen bring in their daily catch to be cleaned. The dirty wooden boards beneath your feet echo hollowly as you move about, reminding you that only their meager thickness stands between you and the cold waters of Long Lake.
The east door is closed.
The only obvious exits are north, east and south.
A messenger boy runs to and fro
A streetlamp [lit]