A dirt lane lined with willow trees whose branches create archways overhead. Vegetable gardens stretch on
both sides, with rows of cabbages, turnips, and climbing beans. The lane
curves ahead toward round doors built into a hillside.
Nani can see the tall roof of the Sunken Cafe rising above the willows - smoke curls from its chimney,
and firelight flickers in the windows. Perhaps the innkeeper there has seen Sara passing
through?