The South Quays of Laketown(n, e and w)
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 north door is open.
There is water to the southeast, south and southwest.
The only obvious exits are north, east and west.
An elderly scribe looks about nervously
A wandering craftsman defends the city of his birth