[You are in a roughly circular courtyard, surrounded by buildings. Above your head, the sky is overcast, the clouds having an orange color that might make those of you who remember the Sun think of sunset. It’s raining.
[The courtyard is mostly empty, save for a table, covered by a cloth awning and with a stool near it, set up in the southeast. Beneath your feet, you might notice that someone has put a lot of work into making a mosaic of the flagstones . The rain seems to have greyed out bits that were once black and white, and there are places that are cracked and covered with dirt.
[There is something moving on the table. It’s hard to make out what they are, besides being small and nearly invisible, between the low light and the rain]