There is little to mark this place as what it is, other than a board nailed to a tree at the south entrance painted with a scrawlish “ESTENNE”. Meandering footpaths, worn to dirt, lead up and down shallow hills and through narrow alleyways, leading those with business to each of the tightly-packed dwellings and shops. No Gypsies keep camp this far north, so all of the buildings are wood-and-stone monoliths, roofed with pine thatch, Svargan house-junk, and old Goshorun? skins.