Rough spot

Marian has never traveled this road before, and she was not happy.

It was much longer, and had actually taken her two days so far and she was nowhere near rejoining the main road.

What’s worse, a second storm had arrived, this one worse than the last. She had to stop between villages.

“Great...” she muttered.

She looked to the side of the road and saw a large, overgrown wall with a large, rusted gate. In the distance she saw a manor house. She hopped off her wagon and pushed the gates open.

“If the place is this much a mess, maybe no one lives here and I can stay out of the storm.” She said to herself as she drove her horse down the drive.