The servant passages were just beneath the floor of the ballroom. He could still hear the music and the sounds of the guests’ footfalls above him as he walked in the dry stone corridors. They were surprisingly tall and wide, even if he still had to walk with a bit of a stoop. And hot, very hot. He soon learned why when he passed by a stone stairway leading down to the boiler rooms. He felt goosebumps when he looked down it and caught sight of a griffon shovelling coal into a fire to heat the air to aid in the dance spectacle above. Briefly, he wondered how that griffon could stand that heat with his fur and feathers before moving on.