In the ruins of the priory...

[channe]

In the ruins of the priory, something moves.

A woman in red and white; a black-haired woman whose face is too often hidden by a white shroud. She wears silver weaponry of three or four kinds, festooned with blood-red rubies, white boots with silver trimmings. Watch her long enough, and you see she's the leader of her small group: less than a dozen men and women in the same kind of livery, horses tattooed with the same sigil --

They've set up camp, and are working on cleaning off the site.