The North Quays of Laketown(w, e and s)
Being careful not to fall into the water, you stand upon the edge of the quays and gaze out upon the dark waters of Long Lake. The greenish-blue surface ripples and churns, sliding past the supports of Laketown as if the city's presence matters not in the overall scheme of things. The grey boards under your feet, which separate you from the cold water, seem so insignificant to the seemingly endless greenish-blue surface of Long Lake.
The south door is open.
There is water to the northwest, north and northeast.
The only obvious exits are west, east and south.
An elderly fisherman waits for the storm