"Right, then. VROOM!" James pushed his way, and ran down one street.

Then another. Left, right, right, right, left.... No inns were open, or at least the ones he passed. Worse yet, he found himself increasingly lost in the unknown city.
"No, no..." he whispered to himself. The knight hugged Anya closer to himself, and rounded another corner, glancing down alleyways. At this point, he was becoming increasingly damp, huddled over to use himself like an umbrella for his daughter.

"Bad news.... Anya, I think we were too late." he said, entering an alley. He grabbed a large crate, and pulled it down onto its side.

"It's no castle... but it'll keep the rain off of us." he sighed, crawling in. "Come on in; it's only for tonight. If we huddle, we'll share body heat."