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[Wisteria Lane and Rose Avenue]
Night has fallen on the alcove of Wisteria Lane, blanketing it in silvery moonlight. Small campfires, surrounded by the gypsy folk, burn brightly in the darkness and ancient songs drift on the wind. The circle of wagons and tents set up by various traveling merchants are brightly colored and a complete contrast to the more orderly glass-walls of the atrium across the street. You also see a black woodpecker that is flying around.
Obvious paths: north, west
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[Wisteria Lane]
Light pours from the bakeshop windows illuminating the baker as he works diligently on the morning dough, while only a single candle burns in the window of the yarn shop. Very little moonlight makes its way through all of the shops and signs that line both sides of the streets, leaving everything shadowed in pitch. You also see an oversized mahogany wagon.
Obvious paths: east, west
Your black woodpecker followed.
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[Wisteria Crossing]
Glowing candlelight, in various hues of orange and yellow, warms the cool cobblestone street of Wisteria Crossing through the night. Many of the shops have closed for the evening, turning the daytime bustle of the market place into a serene village square. The cool, crisp scent of evening drifts on the soft breeze moving down the long, empty street. You also see an establishment.
Obvious paths: north, east, south, west
Your black woodpecker followed.
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[Wisteria Lane]
A thin layer of dew covers the flowers planted in the windowboxes along the street. In the area, only a single shop remains open, its warm candlelight glowing in the windows breaking the eerie darkness as it flickers across the cobblestones. The sign above its door, as well as the various hides left hanging outside, indicates that it is the furrier's shop. You also see a knacker's barrel.
Obvious paths: east, west
Your black woodpecker followed.
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[Wisteria Lane and Daisy Avenue]
Soft moonlight dapples the awnings that accent the shops along Wisteria Lane, subduing their bright colors into shades of cool grey. Light cast from candles displayed in windows dances upon the cobblestone street, beckoning passersby to peruse their wares. An old dwarf on tall stilts nimbly moves down the road between the wrought iron lanterns, filling each with oil.
Obvious paths: north, east
Your black woodpecker followed.
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You can't go there.
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That's the entirety of Wisteria lane.
so... label wagon? anyone?
