To the saloon.

The seamstresses shop seems like the best idea to find warm clothing, but the place looks dark, and you feel that, should there be anyone in this town, they're much more likely to be where others might be, in a place like the saloon.

You move toward the saloon doors, making your way up onto the wooden deck that serves as a sidewalk here. When you place your hands on the doors, intending to push them open, you hear what might simply be the wind blowing past some pening causing a whistling sound, but for some reason, you swear it's a distant scream.