Whoosh! You are carried high, high above the murky wasteland until
you are traveling through the damp, chilly clouds. Apparently, in
Willow Glade, they do not taste like cotton candy. Eventually you are
carried far past the dangerous fires and the wind gently deposits you
in front of two enormous, imposing iron gates. Although the gates'
bars are wide enough apart for you to squeeze through, you have a
feeling you'd be blocked. There is a knocker here, as well as a
bell.