Carriages rolled through a mountain path. One could see the gold crest on their black doors. They were accompanied by an entourage of guards riding on their horses. The way up the mountain was clear, safe the rough ground that causes the carriages to rock as it moved. The wooden gates of the Lucen mountain nunnery opened, letting the carriages enter. Maids rushed out the moment the carriages stopped and lined up before the middle carriage. Lady Steinhouse was first to step out. She looked completely nervous as she stepped aside to allow a girl with snow white hair step out into the light. The maids curtsied the moment her silver crested shoes graced the grounds. The nuns standing at the entrance needed only look to know who she was; Lady Wickshire.