Barrels, boxes, and crates fill the vast space of this open warehouse floor. Paths zigzag through the mess. Your view to the west only goes so far because of the stacked boxes, but you can see two men have a table set up in a larger empty space. The table is covered in a mismatched deck of harrow cards being used as part of a makeshift game. Maybe they're on break, or just lazy.
A set of metal stairs to the east ascends to an office, whose large window overlooks the floor from twenty-five feet above. A pair of five foot wide metal pipes leads from the warehouse floor up into the base of the office. Mercutio is a true Renaissance Man, and notices something doesn't really look right with the exhaust pipes. As the building's construction and packed dirt floor imply, there shouldn't be any basement or other level below in need of ventilation.
On the zigzag route up to the office there is one ruffian standing alone the path, idly rooting around in the boxes. They hold little of value, as he pulls out seasonal decorations, old clothing, books, the stock of business ventures that never turned a profit, or out-of-fashion furnishings and drapery not valuable enough to store more securely.