Ariane Lafayette, proprietor of Le Chaudron-de-Feu, carefully remarks to inquisitive visitors of the inn with confusion about her recent guests. Leaving the room for only a moment, she says (and she cannot remember why or who was in it), she returned to find the furniture scattered and broken, cut in half and thrown about in some great fight. Dark blood stained the carpet and scorchmarks the wood fittings, but when she opened the locked door and discovered this shocking scene, only a single woman left, pushing past and exiting into the dawn.
The furniture has since been replaced, though at no small expense.