[Goblin Treats, Sales Booth]
Twisted nails barely hold together the charred woodwork of this crudely-built dilapidated stall. Molten-red banners drape from the wooden overhang, surrounded by portraits of the face of a goblin warlord, each signed in an illegible script. A single goblin, very clearly out of his element, staffs the booth. Large braziers stand out front, roiling with a flame that smokes and hisses, fueled by a reservoir of naphtha. You also see a naphtha rack with a couple of things on it, a painting rack with several things on it, a leash hook with a braided leather familiar leash with an empty collar on it, a treat display with a few things on it, a cake stand with a few things on it and an open doorway leading back to the festival.
Obvious exits: none.