[Gamblerjoe]

Gray in the fog, high stone pillars loom up from the impenetrable woods on both sides of the road. Huge iron gates hang from the stonework, dew clinging to their rusting bars. Standing before the pillars are two stone statues of armed guardians with wicked polearms. Their carved heads lie among the weeds at their feet, neatly broken from the stone shoulders. As you approach the gates, they slowly begin to swing open.

A plume of mist is stirred up by the moving of the gates. It is difficult to see beyond it, but the cobblestone road appears to extend straight into town.