Outside is a ramp leading up to an area of bare snow-sprinkled ground, mainly rocks and hard-packed dirt with a few sad spiky weeds. There are no vehicles or even any tracks visible, just an expanse of frosted tarmac that spreads out from the ramp and trails a black arm away toward a locked gate in the wall.
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Date: 2014-08-31 05:10 am (UTC)"Where to?" murmurs Asterion.