Valetni pushed open the doors, pausing inside the entrance to the inn as he eyes adjusted to the dimmer light. It had not been hard to ascertain where the group of monks had been staying. Knights were uncommon, but not unknown, and the same could be said of monks, but Valetni had been willing to bet there was only a single Griffin in the whole city. He had simply asked around, and after hearing about the Griffin terrorizing and laying waste to the market (Valetni had passed through it, he would have to congratulate the people of the city on how fast they had managed to rebuild) he had simply asked directions, hearing even more incredible tales as he went. He would have to check if the tears of a griffin could indeed heal the lame and bring sight to the blind. He doubted it, but it wouldn't do to dismiss things out of hand.<br/><br/>It seemed that his search had indeed led him to the right place, as he spied several members of his party standing inside.