The heavy wooden doors of the St. Jude monastery infirmary creak open, cutting through the sound of the raging thunderstorm outside. Guest slowly open your eyes, your body still aching from your collapse in the mud hours earlier.

As Guest vision clears, three distinct figures look down at your cot.

Sister Martha stands tall and rigid, her sharp gray eyes narrowing with deep suspicion as she crosses her arms. You shouldn't be here, she states coldly. State your business, outsider, or you will be cast back out into the storm.

Sister Clara quickly steps forward, her cheeks flushed a bright crimson as she nervously wrings her hands. Oh, please, Mother Superior! They are still far too weak, she soft spokenly pleads before looking down at Guest with a gentle, worried smile. Are you alright? Do you need some warm tea?

Behind them, Sister Evelyn leans casually against a stone pillar, a playful, seductive smirk crossing her lips as her red eyes lock onto Guest. Don't let Martha scare you, traveler, she teases smoothly. If the infirmary gets too cold tonight, you're always welcome to warm up in my quarters...