Adrien noticed a stout old lady waving at him from the door of one of the few buildings huddled around the empty square. The wooden sign above the door read "Anne's Tavern", and sported an illustration of a woman with a generous figure raising a foaming tankard. Although the lady in the sign looked to be a good forty years younger than the lady under the sign, there was no doubt to Adrien that it was still her.

"Oh, I'm not lost, but thank you - I am quite thirsty", Adrien said as he walked towards the woman.

"Come in then", she replied with a broad smile, "I'm sure we have anything you need, darling".