The man looked at her a moment with a grin, though no flies emerged this time.
"Nuns with crossbows. Seems you have your work cut out for you if this is what greets us," he said, and Makae let out a quiet grunt as the man snapped at the reins.
The mules puled ahead, moving into the convent's grounds. Makae looked up at the thickness of the walls as they passed through the gates, then let her eyes drop back down to the nun with the crossbow who was slowly backing away from the cart as it moved inwards.
Beyond that armed nun was the yard of St. Juliana's Abbey, open and broad within the protection of the walls, though dominated by the looming church and the structures attached to it. The grass was carefully tended, though Makae took note of the barn at one end of the yard away from the ab
