The carriage rolled to a slowed stop under a large arch made from stone and wood, decorated by overgrown ivy.
Lamps burned softly along the path, their flame contained so as not to spread toward the nearby trees and grass. The Brenle's house was city-born but had a design more suited for the country; low walls, overgrown greenery, and surrounded by trees rather than stone.
Today, Morena had taken up the invitation and decided to pay Lady Brenle a visit. She traveled alone this time, accompanied only by the driver and a single warrior. Adolf had matters to handle at the estate.
She made her way over to the large doors of the estate, and before she even reached them, they swung open wide. Lady Brenle herself was waiting, dressed in a plain gown of deep green, the emerald pin still nestled at her shoulder.
Morena took a second to observe the lady before her.
