The Four Griffons

Thunder boomed in the distance, and the patter of rain on the tile roof was just ignorable. It had been raining for three days, and she had been stuck in this miserable village since it set in. The ‘Four Griffons’, was the only inn in the village, and provided hard mattresses, splintery floors, drafty rooms, musty odors and terrible food for far too high a price, or so Anya thought. She kept to her room, sending her serving girls for anything she needed. Her men were likely bedded down in the hayloft with a jug of wine. She hated traveling.