A sunny hillside overlooks an idyllic meadow. In the distance, planted fields stretch to the horizon. Large mushrooms, as big as young woman, sprout here and there. And hints, in the rock, in the dirt, that not all of the terrain here is natural. Some of it is shaped much like it was once something build by hands and magic.
On this hillside there are many caves, large and small.
And all of the Sisters of the Collegiate, brought out here on a hired caravan, had been given strict instructions to not wander off. Especially not into any of the caves!
Granted, there were dozens of them, and only a pair of minders. Ser Kalar of Quatrus and Miss Polie had given that warning but it was wishful thinking to believe the entire group had heard it before the excitable young women had scattered through the cozy little village at the base of the hills.