You have entered one of the many crumbling stone buildings along the main road through Osgiliath. Here, however, there seems to be quite a bit of activity. Orcs are sharpening and oiling their horrid weapons. A large anvil stands on a table in the center of the room, with a big orc pounding away on it.
The only obvious exit is north.
A trash can
A hanging lantern (burning with a smoky glow)
A half-orc guards a pile of arms
A large, sweaty orc works at the anvil