She stepped outside and immediately flinched and shivered as a gust of wind blew into her face, bringing with it a flurry of snow. She shook her head and brought her scarf tighter about her face and neck, her head covered in a light leather skull cap before soldiering on. She passed through the large number of carts and beasts of burden hitched outside the inn, lumbering fenwyrs, their bare grey skin barely discomforted by the bitter cold as their great horned heads shook in irritation at their fetters from time to time. She spotted two guardsgriffons at the walled entrance to the inn, huddling around a burning brazier and chatting idly. One nodded in greeting as she passed.