A convent

Your party musters the last of its energy to push towards the light. One of the wagons gets stuck, and the riders must proceed on foot through the heavy snow. The freezing horses struggle, but they are as **** to get out of the cold as you are and eventually the building comes into view. It is a small stone nunnery, and it looks quite new. Dietrich gets out to knock on the door while you wait in your carriage. Looking out into the snowstorm, you see a woman in black robes open the door. You can't hear what Dietrich says, but you have a basic idea. The nun points in a few directions while talking, then Dietrich walks back towards the caravan. "Sire, the nuns welcome us to stay in their building. They have a small stable in the back. We can put the horses there and have a few of the peasants warm them in shifts. They don't have much space, so most of us will have to sleep on the floor of the common area." You give Dietrich the word, and everyone begins buzzing around to eagerly do what's needed to get inside. Bedrolls and coats are unpacked and brought inside as the horses are led away.

You hurry inside to escape the cold and find the convent to be superior, certainly, but far from ideal. A large fireplace and a few large curtains against the walls are all the main hall has for warm. You suppose that you won't be ditching your coat anytime soon. A stern woman you recognize from the conversation with Dietrich approaches you. You see her much better know; she is a tall woman with a square, hard face. A few locks of dark blonde hair peek out from the corners of her hood but beyond that little of her is visible due to her robes."Greeting, your majesty. I am Sister Sara, abbess of this convent. My fellow sisters and I are happy to provide you respite from the wind and cold." Apparently Sara expresses happiness through a blank face and monotone. "It is rare that we receive such esteemed guests as a royal entourage. As such, you are welcome to take my chambers, and I shall move myself to the dormitory with the other women." You raise a hand to protest, but she shuts you down. "I absolutely insist. A humble devotee such as myself cannot let one of God's chosen representatives sleep on hard stone or dry straw." Something about her creepy consistency in tone and expression prevents you from trying to carry the conversation further, so you accede.

You leave your men and follow Sara down the short, stone corridors to her room. On the way through the dark halls, you think you see a face peeking at your from behind one of the corners. It ducks away as soon as you focus on it, but you think what you saw was the head of a younger nun with red hair. Mysterious, but you have other things to worry about, such as your severe host. She opens a large oak door and reveals your room for the night. Being the abbess, it is the largest of the convent, with a personal fireplace. A bed of a respectable size is the primary piece of furniture in the room, though a small desk covered in opened and unopened vellum scrolls is also present. "You may sleep here." You dismiss Sara and lay down on the bed. It is reasonably soft, and after your ride it is a welcome change. You fall asleep quickly.