Drinian placed the luggage in the back of the carriage; it was a simple carriage, more wooden than anything.  They had to leave at night because although the sacred place they were going to was not far, it was still a distance to get to by horse and then a medium sized boat.<br/><br/>"Welcome Amora, welcome Drinian.<br/><br/>"If you haven't figured out by now, we are not going to any catholic shrine and at this point, I really could care less if you do anything spiritual tonight or tomorrow.  You two need some time alone and away from the hum drum of every day life, and societal pressures.  We are going to the sacred place of Contemplation; it is my own private religious order of monks who house budding sweethearts ... especially those society says should not be together."<br/><br/>"Thank you Friar; you know we will be in church on Sundays."  But the Friar turned and smiled, "Of course you will; but that is not the reason I'm taking you to this sacred place.  It is different; I established it because I myself could not marry the woman I loved.  There are not many places like it; I and the other brother monks will ensure your privacy and anonymity.  Oh, look ... here is a relic of the holy cross ... just so you could "prove" you went to a sacred "shrine"."  Friar Benson turned back.<br/><br/>Suddenly, Friar, out of nowehere, piped up, "No kissing though!"  There was silence.  "Hugging is okay on the ride; but no kissing.  One of the contemplative exercises you two are required to do is psychic connection; if there is a connection, you can smooch all you want then.  Thus says Friar Benson!"  And with that, he gave out a loud laugh and sometimes pretended to be Father Christmas imitating "ho ho ho's" and driving the horses as if they were reindeer on a sleigh.<br/><br/>With divine permission, apparently, Drinian, sitting next to his love, laid his head down in her lap to enjoy the ride to the sacred place created apparently by rogue monks who actually realized their church did not recognize true love.