The path to the theater is meandering, unpleasant, leading down narrow alleyways choked with refuse and the occasional pool of blood and offal...but finally our hapless protagonists find it looming up out of the fog before them.  There must have been a festival or something here, because laid out around the entrance in a rough semi-circle are a number of carnival-style booths sporting garish colors.<br/><br/>That one over there, for example, is selling jester caps and cardboard crowns.  That one over yonder?  Swords and shields and axes.